PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Blurry eyes struggled to focus. A very late night and too many tequila shots led us to this late-night diner.
“You shouldna given ‘im your number.” Tessa’s slurred words rang true and regret filled my veins.
“I got this.” I made a zigzag path down the aisle. “Scuse me. Y’want my phone?”
The girls’ shocked looks never registered as I dropped my phone on the stained Formica counter and wobbled away.
“See. Problem fixed.” I brushed my hands together and dropped into the booth, stuffing a handful of fries into my grinning mouth.
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“My mom is gonna kill me.” Abbie surveyed the damage to the car she had sideswiped while her best friend sat texting.
Without looking up from her phone, Olivia said, “You’re totally right. We should bail.”
“What?!? You’re kidding right?”
“We’re alone. If we leave fast you’re clear. Nobody has to know.”
Abbie scanned the empty street and debated, but the angel on her left shoulder won.
Tucking a note with her name and cell number under the wipers, she saw a good-looking boy exit the house across the street and walk toward her.
Karma isn’t always a bitch.
A huge thanks to Mrs Completely for introducing me to Friday Fictioneers. You should check out her blog. It’s one of my favorites.