Pleasure to Burn

When Sunny finds out about the scandal, she can hardly control her rage. What will the solar angel do?

It was a pleasure to burn. 

At least that night it was. I had only been half- listening to my friends’ conversation at the café. It was cold, for the end of March, and I was watching the snow falling soft outside. It settled on everything, making sharp edges round.

I had been thinking of home, where it never snows.

“So y’all heard about the scandal, right?”

I can’t help it. That word always perks my ears, and I looked over. Dricky was nodding. 

“Yeah, and I don’t believe it. She’s a b***h, but…”

“Of course it’s true,” Brinn scoffed. “She would definitely go that far.”

Their chairs screeched on the floor, repositioning. Shoulders squared, they were revving up for a royal debate, so I piped in to clarify. “Who? Did what?”

...to find out what happens, head to http://kickingcorners.blogspot.com/2012/03/300-words-or-less-pleasure-to-burn.html