“You crazy? Thirty minutes?” asked Joe.
Martin scowled. “Ten dollars says so.”
If truth were told, he wasn’t that confident.
Three months back, he’d bet the guys she’d put out on the second date, but it had taken ten weeks to get into her pants.
Now he’d bet that she’d wait 30 minutes for him to show for their date, but after ten minutes she was looking itchy.
“Uh-oh”, said Billy, peeping round the corner. “I think she’s scored.”
As Annie wandered off with the Jones boy, Martin’s heart splintered slowly.
‘I sure can pick a heartless bitch,’ he muttered, kicking at a passing dog.
Three years ago this week since I first joined Friday Fictioneers with this offering. Very few people understood it, so no change there then. 🙂 Not too impressed with my submission for this third anniversary, but a second attempt in a different vein didn’t turn out any better so here you go! Thank you to Rochelle for her administrations, and congratulations on having your second book accepted by an agent. Congratulations due this week also to Claire Fuller; some great reviews there. You both make me feel very inadequate in such exalted company. 😦