Every Sunday we go for pizza. I get Hawaiian and she always has mushroom. Today I make sure she can see me, then loudly order a vegetable I hate, hoping to be noticed by a woman I’ve never met.
Daniel Clark is a working-class writer from the UK. His microfiction has appeared in journals including Blue Marble Review, Fifty-Word Stories, Cuento Mag and Dreams Walking.
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