The Date (micro fiction)


The Date

So I’m in this restaurant on a date with this chick called Tracy. While we’re eating, her face suddenly falls off into a bowl of soup. Turns out it was a mask and I’m left looking at a mass of wires. The chick was a robot!

Joanne Fisher

This was using the word prompt “mask” provided by Sammi Cox. The story or poem had to be 45 words in total (mine’s 46 as the prompt word doesn’t count).

I have to say that this post involved the creepiest image search I’ve done yet.

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