Could You Be The One?
Flash Fiction
The hostess at the restaurant complimented Sheila on her pale orange dress, correctly naming the designer, according to Sheila’s enthusiastic nod. It was probably worth more than his monthly rent. The bracelet that dangled from the smooth, tanned skin on her wrist was definitely worth more than his car. Dinner was gonna take a fat chunk out of his stimu…
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