Ainsley elbowed Shari, pointing to Stan and Geoff showing off near the gymnasium door. “Don’t you just hate them pretending they’re so cool?”
Ainsley looked up from locking her bicycle to the stand. “Nah. You know we’re cooler than them, girl. Let them strut. It’s only because they can’t dance.”
This dribble was built around the words hate, bicycle, and dance. Leave me a prompt and I’ll write you a story. That’s a pretty fair deal. Comments are also welcome. If you enjoy reading Fiction in 50, please share with your friends (or enemies).
Very funny. Lol
Cue "I Can't Dance" by Genesis.