We had to write a mini Flash Fiction to help with our main Flash Fiction. I wrote this because I was hungry and tired. :)
I stepped lightly against the polished wood floor.
The stove clock blinked 2:21 a.m. at me.
My hand grasped the plastic handle.
I searched around to make sure no one was around before pulling the door slowly open.
My hand dived in for the yellow bad sitting in the cold drawer, making one lone crinkle.
"Hey, you gonna make me some right?"
