It had become a struggle to get up during the pandemic.
Working from home was unconstrained; isolation was suffocating.
Lack of human contact was wearing her down.
After weeks of online conversations, she accepted an invitation to meet Marco at The Cellar.
It’s crowded; music’s loud.
Look for the guy wearing a red shirt.
Strobe lights glanced across his face when I spotted him.
He was tipsy, not a great first impression, but handsome.
Her instincts quickly kicked in when he touched her thigh.
As planned, her lifeline phone call rings.
I’ll be right there.
Sorry, emergency, gotta go.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
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