Last night, I asked on twitter for 100-word-fiction prompts. This one is from @AlphaRaposa).
Eight p.m. on a Tuesday was not when Semele expected a knock on her door, but she opened it anyway. “Jarah, I thought we agreed…. What?”
“One hundred eight white roses, delivery for Semele cy’Sakamoto.” She could barely see the Store’s delivery-ogre over the piles of roses, but he sounded like he was laughing at her. “From Jarah cy’Pelletier, surprise, surprise.”
“Jarah sent me a hundred roses?” Semele glanced at the calendar. “Can’t even pretend it’s an anniversary.”
“One hundred and eight.” Definitely laughing. “Do you accept?”
“What am I going to do with…?”
“Do. You. Accept?”
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