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She stood staring at the fridge, wondering if this was a good sign or a bad omen.
They had been doing this for years, a tradition that was so predictable she often wondered why they still did it but would never dream of giving it up.
She was noughts, he was crosses and whoever won chose the date night, in the event of a tie the last person that won got to choose.
Her husband had always been the winner, he took great pride in thinking up the perfect dates. It had become a running joke that the only way she would ever get to plan a date was if it was with someone else.
She hoped it was just distraction and not a hint.
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This was written in response to this week’s Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers challenge. Thanks to Yarnspinnerr for providing the photo!
Words: 125
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Nice!
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Thanks 😊
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Well written!! 🙂
And sweet idea!!
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Thank you 😊
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I sure hope it wasn’t a hint because it sounds like they have a nice marriage. Great story!
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Haha me too thanks 😊
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My pleasure!
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Something a little ominous in that last sentence, I do hope not!
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You gave a lovely idea. Now I’m gonna make my better half play noughts and crosses with me and let him win! I so wish he then takes me on a date….hahahaha!
On serious note, an adorable story which can lead to many possibilities if expanded… would be happy if you write a sequel and explore the premise as to whether the joke was distraction or a hint!
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Thank you, I’ll keep the idea in mind and see if I get a chance to develop it 🙂
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The different ways people use this game is a lesson in itself. Enjoyed this read.
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Thanks, yeah its been interesting reading the responses probably even more so if you provide the prompt though 🙂
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