#ShortShortStories

a cure for the common block

Triangle

Paul and Ben rushed into the apartment, Paul didn’t even slow down as he called
dibs on the bathroom, leaving Ben standing at the front door dripping and freezing
in his swim trunks. Paul’s sister rolled her eyes and grabbed two towels; handing
him one to dry off himself, and assisting him with the other. No longer soaking,
he thanked her and smiled, she wrapped the towel around his shoulders and smiled
back.

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