“Pass me another cheese biscuit,” I demanded of my blind date-from-hell, forgoing pleasantries and pleases.
He was a giraffe! Even the spots that ran from his exposed chest—visible through the five open buttons he assumed the world would appreciate in full adorned worship—up the Tower of Babel that doubled as his neck put him in stark contrast against the décor of the seafood franchise we were stuck in for at least another hour.
I concentrated on the lobster tank, fighting the temptation to submerge his chauvinistic face under water indefinitely. The clank of the wine carafe colliding with the breadbasket being shoved in my direction yanked me from my daydreams.
“Dammit!” Blood-red wine trailed across the dessert book—the only thing I actually looked forward to—and rushed off the table’s edge into my lap.
The cost of arranged dating was nothing more than a puddle reminder.
Challenge 20: Flash Fiction Prompt
In 150 words or less, use the following words (or like replacements):
· Cheese biscuit
· Fare— replaced with cost