Monday, July 26, 2010

Flash Fiction Scrap #5

He knew, immediately, that he had made a terrible mistake.

"I think," she crossed her arms over her chest "We have had quite enough tea today."

She stood up with a start, her chair clattering to the ground. If she were not so furious, so consumed with outrage, she would have let a triumphant smirk cross her face.

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