#fridayflash: Just a little crush

“So do you think he likes you?” Tasha asked, the nail polish
brush poised in the air.




“I don’t think he does. No, I know he doesn’t,” Ginny replied, following its arch as it alighted
on Tasha’s finger.  Gently, gingerly,
perfectly.



“Of course he doesn’t. Look at you.”



Ginny sighed. She hated it when they got to this point of
the conversation, as they invariably did. Obediently she looked at her torn nails
and ragged cut-off jeans. She realized she hadn’t shaved her legs again, and...