Fifty Words

Sam writes exactly fifty word stories Monday through Friday.

Jun 23

third date

I was looking at her through the bottom of my glass.

What are you doing, she asked.

I am looking at you through the bottom of my glass, I said.

You are so weird, she said.

I picked up my fork and looked at her through the tines. That better?


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