The middle space

wmiddle-space“TWILLERIES. TWEEL-RIES.”

“WHAT are you doing?” the supervisor asked Darren, the left side of her lip snarling upwards.

“Huh, um, just working on the pronunciation,” he answered awkwardly, just now realizing she had walked in the room.

“Maybe you know?” he asked, trying to recover his composure. “Is it twilleries or tweel-ries? I found it both ways online.”

“Why do you need to know that?” she asked.

(Read the rest of this flash fiction story here, during 29 days of stranger things happening.)

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