Drabble 8

feature a horn

"Hey, Clara," Sandra called out as band was dismissed, "can I get a lift home?"

"Sure," I smiled, "your oversized violin should fit."

"Tighter than I thought," I grunted, "it's in now, let's go."

"Not here," she smirked, "later, if you play your cards right! You can come in... learn to finger my... strings, and I'll blow your... flute."

I blushed and turned away.

"Lighten up," she teased, leaning close, "unless... Oh. My. God! You're... interested?"

"I won't say..." she slipped. Her minty breath whooshed out.

Her face on my chest.

The horn blared.

Everyone laughed

My life was over.


100 Words.