“There’s nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion.
She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window behind him. “Andy, she’s fourteen. You treat her like a princess. Of course she’s going to fall in love.”
Andy looked back at the perfectly arranged line of headless mice on the doorstep, and shuddered.
For this weekend’s Trifextra prompt, the folks at Trifecta Writing Challenge gave us the first 33 words of a story (in italics above), and required us to complete it with 33 of our own words. This weekend, the judging is up to you, dear readers, so if you think my story is worth a vote, please visit the Trifecta page and vote for Crush | Trudging Through Fog.