“What do you mean she’s dating someone.”
“She is. I saw them in the park. Holding hands.”
“She hasn’t said anything and we’re her best friends. Have been since grade school.”
“We can’t follow her. She’d call us the Nosey Parkers.”
“We could ask. You know how she crinkles her nose up when she’s hiding something.”
“Well, we need to know. What if he’s a serial killer!”
“She should know better. She’s 63 years old.”
“Facebook! We can check to see if she has any new friends.”
“And their pictures!”
“Thanks to the grandkids for insisting on social media.”
“She is. I saw them in the park. Holding hands.”
“She hasn’t said anything and we’re her best friends. Have been since grade school.”
“We can’t follow her. She’d call us the Nosey Parkers.”
“We could ask. You know how she crinkles her nose up when she’s hiding something.”
“Well, we need to know. What if he’s a serial killer!”
“She should know better. She’s 63 years old.”
“Facebook! We can check to see if she has any new friends.”
“And their pictures!”
“Thanks to the grandkids for insisting on social media.”
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - December 9 , 2015 - Write about a looky-loo.
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