Kick start Monday - microflash

Had a tournament this weekend. Saturday was gorgeous, had 2 games. Sunday was sweltering, not sad we lost. Still trying to catch up! But I did manage to squeak out a little flash fiction, from the weekly AW prompt: "power"

I didn’t want to do it. I never would have thought of something like that on my own. I’m not that smart.

She made me do it.

No, she didn’t force me.

It was her eyes. Their purple gray hue. The depths into forever. The intensity, promising everything.

I knew I shouldn’t. I knew she would never let me so much as hold her hand for it.

But those eyes. They had some kind of power over me. Compelling, enticing, exciting, commanding. I couldn’t say no. I had no will of my own.

So now I take the blame. I did it. Take me away.

“Oh, Jeremy. Stop looking at me like that. Why must you be so dramatic? You could’ve had a cookie for your little friend, Jasmine. You just had to ask!”