Millie glared at the hated brussel sprouts on her plate. She transferred her glare to Jill, who was devouring hers with enthusiasm.
'Want some more?'
Jill looked across. 'I love sprouts. Sure you don't want yours?'
'It's a sacrifice but one I'm willing to make. For you.'
YOU ARE READING
Flash Fiction
Short StoryTwitter has a daily prompt using the hashtag #vss365. This thread will be for pulling those stories, plus other very short stories, into one place. There are a mixture of genres, the occasional sequence with repeated characters, and a mix of serious...
