#Friday Flash: Respite

Marie let Jean paint her toenails. Perched on a lounger on his balcony, she raised a bemused brow at his choice of coloring. It was a spicy fuchsia that he knew was completely at odds with her personality. Somehow, she managed to resist the impulse to kick him in the teeth.

She cleared her throat. “You’re mistaken if you think this is something that will–”

“What makes you think I have any expectations?” He glanced up with a brief grin. “Aren’t you the one humoring me?”

“Fine,” she grumbled, vagu...