Flash Fiction - Romance Writers Weekly - #lovechatwrite

Today on the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop, Tracey Gee challenged us to write a Flash Fiction. No set length, but we must include the following: Kevlar, elbow(s), pinking shears, and a copy of The Great Gatsby. For bonus points, we're supposed to intro it with a haiku or limerick (as you can tell, I skipped that part).

What did you think of Leslie Hachtel's post this week? If you missed it, be sure to hop all around the blog to get to her!
 
Okay, here goes my contribution:
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Christine sat surrounded by shreds of paper. If she'd been in a better mood, she might have likened it to snowflakes or flower petals. But at this moment, it reminded her more of shrapnel from a road-side bomb. A Kevlar vest might have protected her from that, while nothing was stopping the static-y bits and pieces from adhering to her sweater, her jeans, her hair and even her elbows.
 
"Whose freakin' idea was this, anyway?" she muttered.
 
"Won't it be fabulous?" chirped Mira. Christine's best friend and the blushing bride-to-be sat across the table. "A bouquet made of paper flowers! When I saw it on Pinterest I knew it I had to have it for my wedding. It's perfect for a librarian like me."
 
Christine reached for the pinking shears and randomly chose The Great Gatsby from the pile of discarded books they were dismembering for Mira's dream bouquet. Should a librarian delight in desecrating books?
 
"Yeah, it's a fabulous idea." She tried to sound happy, excited—really, she did—but knew she'd failed when Mira's bright, bubbly expression dimmed.
 
"You're okay about being my maid of honour, aren't you?" she asked. "I know it’s a lot of work."
 
"Of course I am. I'm thrilled you chose me." Just like her other five girlfriends who'd married in the last three years.
 
Mira reached across the table and patted Christine's hand. "Don't worry," she said consolingly. "You'll find someone one day. I know you will."
 
Christine focused on the shears cutting through the paper leaving little zig-zaggy edges, just like the torn, jagged edges of her heart
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I'd love to hear what you think! Let me know in the comments. then be sure to hop on forward to Dani Jace and see what she's done!