Hello he said, flustered she smiled.
I am Dave; I am Susan, she replied.
May I see you again sometime? He asked.
She came and he was glad.
Under the mistletoe, she puckered for a kiss.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Saturday Snippets Of Fiction In Five Sentences.
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a cooking pot and twisted tales 
ah, I missed out on mistletoe this christmas!
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You must have to do that next year 😉
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Hi Jacqueline! I nominated you for the Liebster award. You can find it here- http://wp.me/p2jhnp-zy
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Thank you dear Pamela. My appreciations 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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Looks like Dave is all pluckered up as well. Ah, the feeling seem mutual.
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A mutual puckering 😉
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A beautiful meeting…nothing like a sweet kiss beneath the mistletoe!
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Yep! I have practiced it a couple of times myself ;0))
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hehe, I hope we all have had opportunity to do so 😀
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I dreamed of this all my life; never happened…
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Never say never Thomas. Things can happen when we least expect them. Thank you for reading and commenting. The very best of 2016 to you and yours 🙂
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Mighty brave to be kissing a complete stranger lol
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Ahh so sweet and old-fashioned romantic!
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