Random Scribbles · writing

Aurra Sing Goes to the Prom

“Hi, Mr. Sing, I’m here for Aurra… we’re going to the prom.” He fidgeted and his cummerbund glinted.”

Aurra’s dad turned; he wordlessly walked back inside.

“Did you meet her young man?” his wife asked.

“Yep, he’s wearing a coruscant tux. Pretty ostentatious, but it seems forced. He’s probably a hopeless introvert.

Yay! We’re number three, we’re number three.
Gracias amigos!