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Do You Know an Amazing Woman?

How can you NOT like flash mobs? They’re like a real-life Glee episode.

I would totally participate in a flash mob. I would. I think it’s an incredibly positive and uplifting social experiment. Just look at the faces of the other shoppers as they watch – they’re delighted and overjoyed by something so touching.

At any rate, I hope this brought a smile to your face today. (I actually finished the video with tears in my eyes). And tell me readers, do you know an amazing woman?

Tell me about her in the comment section.

Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: The Other Woman

writing prompt: Revenge

I hugged her.

What I wanted to do was strangle her. How could this woman act so fake? How could she pretend like nothing was wrong?

I noticed the gleam in her eyes. I noticed the way her lips curved into a self-satisfied smirk. She knew. And she was playing a game with me.

Fine. I’d play along. I’d show her that her little affair with my husband was not going to destroy me.

“Hey Candace! You’re looking good!”

Damn straight I look good, I thought to myself. I suppose she had assumed I would crawl into a dark hole and feel sorry for myself after I found out about them. True, I had seriously toyed with the idea of seeing a therapist – what woman wouldn’t feel so betrayed after twelve years of marriage? And by her best friend, no less?

But I hadn’t. Instead, I had kicked the jerk out of the house, joined a gym and had taken my frustrations out on the elliptical machine. I had lost almost fifteen pounds.

“Thanks. I’ve been keeping busy.” I swallowed the bitter lump of bile stuck in the back of my throat. “But look at you!” I arched a brow and deliberately paused for effect. “You look … nice.”

She shifted self-consciously and issued a nervous laugh. “Yeah well, you know Todd. He likes to eat.”

I glanced at my watch. “Todd’s not here yet?”

She nodded nervously.

“Gee, I hope it’s not another woman.”

Laughing, I turned and left.


Fiction under 250 words.