Flash Fiction: There isn’t a standard specific definition for this term beyond “short”, but for the purposes of this “Flash Fiction Friday” post it will mean a precisely 100-word story scene written from a photo prompt.
Today’s prompt picture is:
Harrison sat straight up in bed, gasping for breath.
Mason sat up next to him and put an arm around his shoulders. “Another bad dream?”
Harrison nodded. “And I’m not even the one who’s pregnant.” He couldn’t blame hormones, but with their surrogate ready to give birth any day, his anxiety level was spiking. “This time our son was drowning in an awful muddy pond.”
Mason pulled him in for a hug. “We’re going to be great parents.”
“I worry about the haters who’ll tease him for having two dads.”
“Me, too. So we’ll do more to help educate people.”
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