Flash Fiction

It’s My Party & I’ll Stalk If I Want To

Photo by Zach Guinta on Unsplash

I don’t want to, but I have to. Look at her. Look at that face, that tight ass, No bra, I can almost see her nipples. I stop looking. I must ignore her. Need to appear oblivious.

She’s coming over to the snack table. I’d better not stand here. I’ll move to the other side of the room.