Flash Fiction: Paddle

You sure there are no alligators here, right?

This question had begun to irritate me now. It was the fifth time in half an hour that I was being asked the same question. I assured my date once again, before she promptly went back to clicking selfies and her social media.

She was as much part of the date as the surrounding water was. She had zero interest in paddling or making conversation. I guess she asked me out only to get someone to paddle, while she clicked pictures. She had even kept aside her life-jacket so that she could continue flaunting her best features on social media.

Hey, my followers on insta are asking me about alligators..you are completely sure, right?

That was the last straw. This girl had driven me nuts. I pulled back the paddle and whacked her on her head with it. Down she went into the lake, phone and all.

The lake had no alligators, but I made no promises about crocodiles…


Word Count: 168

Prompt:

FFfAW Challenge #193

21 comments

  1. For reasons I do not care to explore, I found his dark thoughts justifiable. Sad enough she is a bimbette, a selfie-ing bimbette on social media….truly food for the crocs ;);) Poor croc though, not the most delicious of fare….good story “The Dark Netizen”. Keep them dark and happy and coming…

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