That night when an alligator got into your garage and you frantically called me, I dropped everything and rushed over, as usual.
I held you, fed you, and if animal control hadn’t arrived, I would’ve wrestled the alligator so you could sleep.
I did say I love you.
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Hema, I love your mini fiction! 🙂
And swim through shark-infested waters.
I like how you made a strange, extraordinary occurrence feel like an ordinary expression of love.
Thanks, Christine!
This MC is a keeper. Not just anyone would be willing to wrestle an alligator for you!
But but but animal control arrived. He/she would’ve totally done it otherwise 😆
I love the melancholy tone of this. I suspect the MC has been put in the friend zone.
Yes! Poor soul.
I echo what Christine said – this experience is something so out-of-the-blue but you made it seem like an everyday way of expressing someone’s love. Always love your flash fiction
Thank you so much, Sanch!
The picture was enough to give the creeps. O_o I love the idea of alligator wrestling as a love token.