Oranges and Halter Tops (flash fiction)

So I have this new friend who posted an idea for some flash fiction, with a picture to base it on.

“Do you see anyone?”

“What?”

“Do you see … dude, never mind. You are just fucking dim”

“No, I don’t see anyone and yes, I see that too and no I’m not dim, sometimes I just choose not to hear you”

“But this …  I mean, there is someone here right?”

This was OUR spot, Jaimie and me. It was our escape from Mom’s and Dad’s and teachers (though it was summer so we didn’t have to concern ourselves with them at the moment) and Bart’s and his pal’s mean spirits and priests and neighbors and even delivery guys who would just show up.

Mom really needs to stop ordering stuff she doesn’t need or even remember she ordered in high heels.

This was our escape to talk about baseball and girls and how we hated everyone.

“Well, this a curious conundrum”

“Seriously?”

“What? It’s a cool word”

“Do you even know what it means?”

“Kinda, I just used it right? Though it confuses me”

“Shut up dude, let’s look around”

“For what?”

“Jesus, for whoever left this here asshole”

Jamie and I had been friends since we were two or so when our Mom’s met by chance and gloried on the “joys” of momdom. They weren’t serious.

“Can you at least look with me? I mean no one just leaves their shit lying around like this”

“Why do you care?”

I gave him a stare.

“Ok fine, let’s look, plus there is bra looking thing, maybe she’s topless”

I gave him another stare.

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The next day the news and the cops were all over our little place in the sun and sand, and we knew we had lost our one refuge and maybe even a new friend.