“Esmeralda, we must practice if we’re going to win the competition.”
“But, it’s snowing and I wish to go home while I still can.”
“The Flamenco has to be perfect; no missteps, we must be flawless.”
“Okay, go, he snarled. Work on your costume and return early tomorrow. No excuses.”
Cautiously, Esmeralda, walked to her car.
From behind she heard a scream.
Quickly, she turned and saw Renaldo sitting on the icy concrete.
With a sheepish grin, she shouted, “No practice tomorrow … right?”
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt:©Magaly Guerrero
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