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Today I am sharing a little story … micro fiction they call it.

It is a story I submitted a number of weeks ago to a micro fiction contest (I thought of it as an exercise … a workout). The participants were given a genre, a word, an action and twenty-four hours to write a 250 word story. It was such fun, a great challenge.

My genre was romantic comedy, my word was apologize and my action was getting bullied.

Here is Hit on in the Garden:

“Get your hands off my tomatoes!” 

Greta was marching towards her plot in the garden, swinging a cane in the air. Harold looked in the direction of the booming female voice, approaching him with a menacing swagger and furrowed brow.

“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I … I am not a thief.”

“Well that is the most ridiculous thing I have heard. You sir, and I use that term loosely, have been caught red handed! Quite literally.”

Harold looked down to his hands, holding what was now crushed tomatoes in his hands.

“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”

Harold looked up, meeting the determined stare of this woman accusing him of stealing tomatoes. Behind her glasses, she had piercing blue eyes, dramatic brows and lips that he immediately wanted to kiss. He couldn’t help himself, a smile began to form across his face.

“Are you mocking me?” Greta glared.

“No, I am in love with you.” Then he broke into laughter.

“You are stepping on my last nerve,” and with that Greta moved closer, swinging her cane at Harold.

Harold moved from side to side, to avoid the weapon.

“Mother! Are you bullying daddy again?” 

Greta turned to see their daughter on the patio. When she turned back to Harold, she remembered him as her husband.

“Harold, what I have done?”

Harold moved toward Greta, reaching out to her, “no need to apologize, I love getting hit on by you.”