Today’s post is a response to The Book Bloggers Flash Fiction Foray Challenge. We’re given a constraint of 100 words, and of course I ran over. Because I’m a rebel, y’all.
“Ow!” He comes awake violently, rolling instinctively to protect himself from the blows raining down.
“You selfish, heartless prick!” She spits insults like they’ve gone bad in her mouth, pummeling him with the little ruffled pillow he’d been trying for years to get rid of.
Flinging himself from the bed, he falls to the floor and raises his arms defensively. “What did I do?”
“You know exactly what you did,” she hisses, eyes dangerously narrowed. “Wandering in just before dawn, reeking of perfume and booze you bastard.”
He gapes at her, too stunned to flinch as the pillow sails past his slackened jaw. “What are you talking about? We came to bed at the same time!”
She pauses in her diatribe, eyes shifting rapidly as though reading last night’s transcript; suddenly her weight shifts back and her chin tips up defiantly. “Well,” she allows, “it might have been a dream. But still.”