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[Flash fiction is an umbrella term used to describe any fictional work of extreme brevity, including the Six-Word Story, 140-character stories, also known as twitterature, the dribble (50 words), the drabble (100 words), and sudden fiction (750 words)]

“I don’t know,” he said doubtfully.

“What is there ‘not to know’? You either can make it or you cannot. Which is it?”

“Well, I have a lot lined up for this weekend. You know next week the….”

“So you can’t make it?”

“I didn’t say that…. Maybe I can work from there.”

“So we go then?”

“But if we go, I can’t get in touch with Mr. N…. “

“Then, shall we say, next week?”

“Hmm.. what do you think?”

“You know it doesn’t matter to me. I am a free bird. It is up to you…”

“Hmm…. if you are keen for this week, then okay… “

If she was keen? What about him, didn’t he want to go? This was so typical of him. Equivocate when faced with a decision and push her to make the choice as if it was solely for her sake they were going. And he was just being so magnanimous by pandering to her wish. She had had enough of this. She was not playing this game any more. Quelling the growing anger inside her, she said in a normal voice,

“I am going to go make the reservations. It is a long weekend and we may not get a room later on. We can always cancel if you decide not to go.”

Her hands itched to bang the door shut as she walked out of the room. Instead, she closed it gently after herself.

Walking straight to her laptop, she logged into the site of the resort to book the room she had chosen for their weekend getaway. Facing the sea. There were only two left to go. Thankfully the one she had her eye on was still available and she quickly chose it. Whatever he decided, she was sure of one thing, she damned well was going on that trip.

© Shail Mohan 2020