She needed band for extra school credits.
Pointing, Mr. Cohen said, “Pick out a clarinet. I’ll get a new mouthpiece.”
Her friend Dominique teased her about the cute boy near the instruments.
“Stop! He’s probably dating.”
“Nope, I heard he’s not. Besides, he’s looking at you.”
“From who? Is he?”
“I have my sources.”
“Well, I’m not interested.”
“I have my clarinet; see you inside.”
As Dominique passed the boy, she winked and gave him the okay sign.
“Need some help,” he said approaching her.
“No, I do not,” curtly, while dying inside.
‘Oh, those luscious chocolate eyes are yummy.’
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt:©Dale Rogerson
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