“It’s that time of year again!”
“What, to be lonley and broke?”
“I’ll be thankful when the city comes to blow these.” She kicks the leaves covering the sidewalk. “Hard to jog when you’re worried about faceplanting.”
“I wonder what a blower feels like…”
“God.” If it means peace from her constant complaints of sexual frustration, I welcome the faceplant.
Submitted for #1MinFiction. Thank you so much to Cyranny’s Cove for continuing this challenge during my very long and unplanned hiatus. It was a pleasant surprise to see it still going strong. 🙂
If you’d like to participate, you can find this week’s prompt on Cyranny’s page here.