["OneADayUntilIDie.Com" is the home of a 100 Word Story Podcast, believe it or not. This is my entry for the topic "Leap," called "Leap Year"]
The red leather toe of her shoe made tiny figures in the air between her and I.
"Want to know something?," she said. "I'm really only seven. I was born on Leap Year Day."
I looked at her black hair as she sipped. The evening felt inevitable, like a movie I've seen already.
"Is that so?," I said.
"Yes," she said, and her toe stopped. "Have you ever slept with a seven year old girl?"
It feels like that sometimes, I thought.
"Never," I said.
She stood up, her dress the shimmering blue promise of tomorrow's rain.
"Let's," she said.
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