The frigid sea mist stung as it slapped his face. At midnight, under normal circumstances, he would be in bed watching the late-night movie. Today had been anything but normal. He would not be standing by the lake in sub-zero temperatures had it not been for Meredith. She was the most beautiful woman who ever paid a moment’s attention to him. He just couldn’t say no. “No one can ever know,” she said, handing him the bag. He hoped getting hypothermia and frostbite was worth it. Seemed like a lot of effort just for disposal duty of teenage diary.
This 99-word story was inspired by and written for the Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge.
Ha! Teresa, I enjoyed the build-up of mystery and the wonderful and playful twist of what was to be disposed of.
That’s quite an evening. Didn’t see that one coming. Let’s hope the tides are in her favor.
I loved the build up, but sorry, somehow didn’t get the last line. Maybe a cultural thing.
Boy, would I love to get my hands on this diary, Theresa.