“These ice sculptures are surprisingly not that boring.”
“Mhmm,” I said, scanning the area. The lot behind the city art hall had been strung with Christmas lights. People milled around in winter jackets to admire the handiwork of the sculptors. But no sign of-
Something socked me in the shoulder. I turned around to find Fred frowning up at me.
“What was that for?”
Fred sighed. “Dude, you haven’t been paying attention… to anything.”
“Have I?” I mumbled, glancing over the lot again, my eyes widening as my sight locked upon twin braids and a purple beanie.
Fred followed my gaze. “Anya’s here?”
“Come on,” I beckoned, then broke into a sprint in her direction.
Fred chased after me. “No wonder you’ve been so absentminded!” A loud groan could be heard. “Now why did I have to be best friends with a romantic?”
Word count: 144. For this week’s Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer.