Finally some Flash Fiction!

I finally finished my flash today! Hey, better late than never, right? lol I hope you enjoy it. I did continue from last weeks flash. Enjoy!

Prompt ~ She dyed her hair.

Trying not to sulk like a sour child, she followed Will, her annoying boyfriend at the moment, into the bar to the table where their friends sat.

“Whoa! What did you…wow…” Scott said as his words trailed off and laughter took its place.

“She dyed her hair.” Will chuckled merrily as he pulled a chair out for her to take a seat, as if he was some charming boyfriend.


He was not charming or amusing or getting lucky tonight.

And she could only blame herself. She put herself in this position. That’s what she gets for making a bet with him and losing. Damn him.

Betsy, Scott’s girlfriend, took a few strands of her hair and lifted it gently as she smiled. “I love it. It looks so beautiful. But why did you dye your hair purple?”

Yep. Purple. That’s how horrible of a bet she made with him.

She hated purple. Hated it. Just thinking about the ugly color made her want to puke.

“It was a stupid bet.”

“Ah, now, sweetheart, you know you had fun. It was a killer game. You gotta admit it.” Will tossed an arm around her instead of taking his own seat. She hated that she wanted to scoot closer to him rather than push him away. She was supposed to be mad at him, not let his stinking charm suck her in.

She so did not want to admit how amazing the hockey game had been. The look on his face when she surprised him with tickets last week, to the handsome smile on his face when they sat down in their seats with the spectacular view was simply incredible.

He loved his Penguins. His hockey was something that could’ve been a deal breaker with their relationship. If she didn’t mind, and actually enjoy watching hockey, she knew they would’ve never dated as long as they had. He insisted on watching every game, and she never complained. She should get a ‘best girlfriend’ award for that.

There they were, enjoying the game, the atmosphere, the crowd, the cheering, and most of all, she was enjoying getting all the digs in she could because the Penguins were losing. A little cruel to a man who loves his team? Yes. So worth it when he left the toilet seat up for the fiftieth time and her ass fell into the bowl without warning? Of course. How many times could she remind the man to put the seat down? He deserved all the ribbing about his precious team losing.

So when there was a minute left to the game and they were down by three points, she figured there was no way they’d come back and win. He threw out a bet they would, and if they did, she had to dye her hair purple. If they lost, he had to cook dinner and clean the house for a month straight, instead of sharing the chores. She jumped on it.

And she lost the bet. With less than a minute left in the game. She couldn’t believe it.

Now she had purple hair until the dumb color washed out. It was going to be the longest month of her life. She was hoping it didn’t last that long.

When she still hadn’t responded to him, or even offered a smile, he wrapped his arms tighter around her and leaned in until his lips were inches from her ear. “Ah, Mandy, sweetheart, you know I love you. Don’t be mad. You might hate purple, but you look gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking.”

This was why she fell head over heels for him. He always knew the right thing to say, and how to say it. In such a smooth and captivating tone that always melted her heart on the spot.

Maybe he would be getting lucky tonight. She was suddenly very horny.

“I love you, too.” She offered a small, seductive smile. “But you’re still a butt.”

He laughed before claiming her lips in a tender kiss that spoke of such promises for later.


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