Once again, no win, place or show in the Thursday Threads flash fiction challenge. Recent judges are being cool and either picking favorite lines or mentioning what they liked about a piece. Last week’s judge, George, had this to say about my entry: Two friends having an almost playful conversation with some excellent interaction. Carla is a hoot; I was drawn to her strength and snark. Aisling’s quiet strength yet almost shy-like response of keeping things private was great. This was a well rounded and strong tale of two women. I like it, thank you, Silver, for writing this.

Our prompt this week, boys and girls, is: *”It was magical.”* That said, George pretty much set up the scene and the rest is self-explanatory.

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Aisling sipped her tea, pretending her cheeks weren’t flushing pink from Carla’s question.

After a long period of silence, Carla nudged. “Well?”

Swallowing, Aisling didn’t quite meet her friend’s gaze. “There’s nothing to tell.”

“Baloney.”

Heat suffused her face again. She barely managed to keep her hands busy so she didn’t fan herself. “You’re making this much bigger than it is.”

Carla snorted, the sound both cheeky and sarcastic. “Girl, you lie worth shit. C’mon. You know you wanna tell me.”

Aisling stalled by pouring more tea into her cup. “Nothing happened.”

“Right.” Drawing out the word, Carla leveled a knowing look on her. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Trust me, he is totally into you.”

This time she did fan her face. “No he’s not.”

“Me doth think the lady protests too much.”

“Carla!” Aisling worked to project flippant disdain into her voice.

“Aisling!” Carla mimicked her tone. “I saw the two of you sitting on the porch. I had to turn my fan on because the heat was radiating all the way to the third floor. I can’t believe Eunice didn’t march right out there and demand that—” She changed her voice to a higher octave and added a nasal whine. “You are a hussy, sitting here with that…that…man!” She sniffed theatrically. “Shame on you.”

Laughing, Aisling fanned her face with her napkin. “Okay, fine. He kissed me.”

Gasping dramatically, Carla asked, “How was it?”

Her face dreamy, Aisling replied, “It was magical.”
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Now, I have to write a scene that is magical. 🤣 Writers, feel free to grab some inspiration if it strikes. Readers, have you ever had a magical kiss? (Give me a break. My brain in on over-drive at the moment. Iffy is chasing PITA Pup with sciseros. Pete is laying on my desk, using his tail to dust my keyboard. Jake is snoring. Loki is lurking. And damn book STILL isn’t writing itself.) 😆