Short Story: A Wrinkle on the Floor

There was a wrinkle on the floor.

Titles should crack, not wrinkle.

“What’s wrong?”

She prodded the floor with her foot and it was… squishy?

“Err. Maybe you shouldn’t do-”

Her foot pierced through the floor.

“-that.”

She looked down at the hole her foot had made in the floor.

“What’s this??”

Once the false floor was uncovered, the rest of the room’s false trappings followed. By her own hand (and foot), the sleek, modern hall became a warm, homey room. Her attention turned to the mastermind behind the deception.

“I wanted to impress you,” her boyfriend said.

“I think, if I’m the kind of person who would break up with you over how your home looks like, we have bigger problems. Besides, how long did you think you could hide this from me?”

“At least more than one step,” he grumbled.

She smiled. “If it helps, I like what I’m seeing. This fits you much more.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Got a good head, this one.”

“Think we can get a refund on the stuff we got?”

His family wandered into the room, dressed to impressed and looking uncomfortable in their own skin.

“Can we change now?”

Her boyfriend sighed. She pressed a fist to her mouth to stifle her laughter and tried very hard to make it look natural.

“Well, there’s no use pretending any more. Might as well be comfortable.”

That was all his family needed to hightail it back to their rooms to change.

He looked over to her. “You too. Go ahead and laugh.”

Finally, she clutched his arm and laughed until she couldn’t breath.

In the end, her boyfriend didn’t manage to pull off the impressive impression he’d hope to make, but it dispelled the nervous energy she and his family had of meeting each other for the first time, and that was so much better.

~End~

 

Genre: slice of life, family

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s