“Happy fortieth, Mom.”
“Thanks, Bobby. Roses—my favorites.”
Cindy’s husband squirmed as if he needed the restroom. Face flushed and eyes ablaze, he grabbed her hand. “Remember your motorcycle lessons?” He cleared his throat.
“You passed, and I bought you a Cruiser too—”
“What?” She bounced up and down and flung her arms around Tom’s neck. “Where is it?”
His eyebrows twitched like poodle tails. “Don’t stand there. Hustle, hustle.”
“Bobby, come on.”
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The Winter Quarter of Flash in the Pan is here. The theme: Boys and Their Toys. For the rules and how to join, click: http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/
The word limit for Motorcycle is 75 words. I used every last one.