Photo © Lisa Fox
Leo was so handsome. All the girls were falling over themselves to go out with him. I had spots and frizzy red hair so knew I’d have no chance.
At the dance the boys lined the room, the girls danced in groups, giggling every time a boy approached. Suddenly Leo was standing there, alone, watching. From my seat in the shadows, I could see the effect he was having. I finished my soda, ready to go. Leo walked over.
‘Can I walk with you a while? Can’t stand all this.’
We still do.
Thanks as always to Rochelle for organising Friday Fictioneers
- A Wild Card – a person or thing whose influence is unpredictable or whose qualities are uncertain
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