Flash Fiction, a short story written in 100 words or less.
I can’t stop bouncing my knee at the table though I know it drives my Mother nuts. I just can’t help it, it’s a nervous habit and I am filled to near bursting with nervous energy.
My nervous nerves, as I like to call them.
I smile to myself which causes my parents to exchange a look.
They think I am mocking them but the truth is I am not even listening. I am still replaying the exchange over and over in my head. He said “Hi”. Hi!
What did it mean?
My nervous nerves just can’t take the suspense.
The (Western) Canadian 