Inchmeal

By appearances, the party was a huge success. Ned waited for his cocktail, taking advantage of the open bar.

“You said she’s new in town?” asked the black dress next to him.

Ned shrugged. “From what I heard. Do you know her?”

She took a sip of her martini. Licked her lips. “Not really. Our press got the invite.”

“You’re in publishing?”

Her head tilted to the side. “Yes. And you?”

“Me? Just an aspiring writer.” The bartender handed him a full glass.

Her head bobbled back and forth at Ned’s confession. “It’s odd that no one knows our host.”


Picture is by beyourpet. (100 words)

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