7.8.05 ;

Singapore Writers Festival > 100 word Epic Challange.

This particular entry got my vote. (:

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Delusion

The girl has been eyeing me ever since I got onto the MRT.
With my height, my good looks, I know I carry a certain
degree of magnetism. If I looked at girls in a certain way,
they never fail to return my look. And I thought my charm
had deserted me - Glances that once would have swiftly
responded to mine had somehow been sidestepping me.
Struggling with my heavy bags of grocery, I returned her
smile, my favorite pickup line swelling at the tip of my tongue.
Then she opens her mouth, "Uncle, you can have my seat!"

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Beautiful climax.