The Argument

She was still damp from the shower and clutching a towel. Our argument had been heated. Angry. Pointless. I raised an eyebrow. She raised one. I winked. She dropped the towel and raced for the bedroom with me hot on her heels. Argument forgotten.

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Diversified Writer

Darren is a short story and novella writer. He likes tall tales that have humour and heart. He’ll occasionally bring you poetry and financial blog posts.