[Flash Fiction] The Belly-flopping Grape

“Damn it.” The grape bounced off the rim of the glass and rolled towards his companion.

“Failed attempt number 541, but hey, lucky number 542, right?”

“Shut up. Just pass it to me.”

His companion turned her gaze to the grape and willed it to somersault through the air, landing with a soft plop on the table in front of him. Read More »

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