Ew. Yuck. I hope you guys don’t choke on the fluffy feel-goodness of this piece. (And what does it say of me, I wonder, that a story that ISN’T about murder and mayhem makes me cringe?) Well, enjoy this odd light-hearted piece, I guess.
Other contributions to Day 20 are here.
Day 1 can be found way back here.
He was perfect—handsome, intelligent, funny and charming. Such a shame they had nothing in common.
“I played basketball as a kid,” he said softly with a voice like silk. “These days I only have time for the odd football match with my mates, although I do watch cricket on TV. What about you?”
“Oh, yes,” she chimed, a little too enthusiastically. “I am all about, um, cricket and the… sport ball.”
He blinked; his wine glass stopped halfway to his lips. “Sport ball?”
“Sport ball,” she repeated weakly.
He blinked again, then smirked. “Thank God you’re cute.”
- Love The Bad Guy