Chasing Barty through the field, Jenny dodged thistles and knee high grass.
Her hair caught in the weeds, her heart pounded against her chest, yet still she managed to catch him. "You're it!", she hollered and grabbed his plaid shirt, spinning him around.
Her left hand smacked Barty in the mouth, and his tooth fell into his hand.
Sorry Ive been such a flake lately. I will try to be more responsible. If you want to know more about 55 Flash Fiction, go here. Let me know if you played, and I will come over and check it out. Might be nice if you all then go check each other out as well!
Thank you G~man for covering my ass, sir!
Have a lovely weekend, everyone!