The Perpetual Party

 

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Hi. This was an entry from last year for a 75-word flash fiction contest. Sometimes you don't need many words to convey the message.   

  

     All the best people were at this party.      

     I saw his Rolex and witnessed his charismatic charm. I should have what he had. I deserved it. Didn't I? Suddenly, his watch was on my hand. A group of interested guests stood next to me, engaged. I don't know how, but I had his life.

     I scanned the crowd. The woman in the corner really had everything. If only I could trade up again, and again.