“She did what?”, Ann’s voice screeched through the tiny bathroom.

“She seriously gave him a kiss. ON THE LIPS! He is like old, I mean at least 15 years older then her.”

“Wow, this isn’t good. This is really not good. Dan is not going to take this well.”

“Dan never takes anything well. So don’t you dare tell him. He is so going to kill her.”

“Now you’re exaggerating. Or are you?” The sound of the fabric moving was amplified in the small old fashioned bathroom. Ann snorted. “Why in the hell would anyone have a party in this dump?”

“The same person who kisses an old dude on the lips, when they are engaged to the most handsome guy in this side of town.”

“Leah said she like the history of the building.” the younger woman chuckled.

“That girl needs an intervention. Don’t you dare tell Dan a thing.”

“Okay, okay, damn girl, you should know you can trust me. But you are right about the intervention thing. This got to happen fast.” She paused taking a few steps back. “Who in the hell is taking so long on the toilet? I really got to freaking pee.”

Slowly the stall door opened, revealing the view upon a tall red head with furiously green eyes.

“Oh, Lord no Leah! You heard..? Damn!”

Moving toward the women, as they backed up from her against the old tile in the way to small bathroom, she hissed: “He is my Father, Ann. The dude I kissed is my Father.”

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This flash fiction was based on the Daily Prompt post:

Have you ever eavesdropped on a conversation you weren’t supposed to?

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