This month’s Crusade Challenge is to write a 100-word or less flash fiction story that begins with the words, “The goldfish bowl teetered…”
I have never written any flash fiction before. Rachael added the extra, yet voluntary, challenge of writing it in our usual genre. I took it a step further and used characters from my current YA wip and put them in a situation that doesn’t exist in my manuscript.
The goldfish bowl teetered when Vincent’s hip banged into the antique table in the salon.
Vincent steadied it. “Wouldn’t want to kill Maman’s precious poisson. Sophie, I warned you I can’t dance.”
I bit my lip to hide the smile. “You can dance, with the right teacher.”
I gazed into his chocolate brown eyes. I had no chance with such a hottie. My summer in Paris would end with me alone, as usual. But he made me feel like anything was possible when he looked at me like that.
He grinned down at me and held out his hand.