Flash Fiction: Muscle Memory
© Malak El Sawi
This was not the location Jessica pictured for her third date with Robin, the girl who worked the register on Tuesdays and Thursdays at Hidden Treasures Consignment. Jessica had imagined them somewhere chic, and hip-about-the-town. Not on her high school’s tennis courts.
This wasn’t a side she liked to share with people, the rich side. But, thankfully Robin found it more funny than chi-chi.
“You were nationally ranked?” Robin questioned through laughter, which made Jessica laugh.
“And what about it?” She crossed her arms in mock offense.
Robin raised an eyebrow and Jessica felt herself grow attached to its arch. “Then prove it.”
So, she did.
