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March 29, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about fingers that fly. Think about the different ways we use our fingers and what happens when we add speed. Go where the prompt leads.
The Ring
One final look in the mirror on his way downstairs and the waiting limousine. Hair combed: check. Tie straight: check. Looking like a man about to get married: check. Gary picks up his keys and reaches for the ring.
“Where the hell’s the ring?”
Nothing behind the dresser.
The limousine honks.
Drawers open, fingers flying, he rifles through underwear, socks and shirts.
Nothing.
Another honk.
The flicker under the bed catches his eye and when he bends down to pick up the ring from where it had rolled is when his pants tear.
“Jeanine is going to kill me.”
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Michael B. Fishman
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Wedding bell blues (lol!)
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Ooh, I like that song, too!
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That woulda been the perfect title!
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(smacks forehead!)
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At least he found the ring! She’ll forgive him and they’ll laugh years later. Good one, Michael.
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Thanks, Charli!
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