Short form: Game night
A short story about an evening's 'fun,' written in five minutes
Editor’s note: Over the next few months, I’ll share some of my short-form fiction with you here, as well as updates on my Kindle Vellas. The following was written during a five-minute writing sprint.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” Marcy asked James.
James refused to look at Marcy. She had toyed with him the last time. Those doe eyes usually made him melt, but he’d stand his ground this time.
Their relationship was a strange one – colleague turned friend turned occasional lover – and he thought they could make a go of it, but last night was too much.
How dare she even mention last night?
He turned to her and looked her in the eye. Those doe eyes.
“I’ll tell you how I enjoyed myself. Not much at all. And you should know it.”
He took a deep breath and bellowed.
“You sunk my Battleship!”