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This miniature story was published in 2018 in the flash fiction anthology 'Adverbially Challenged'.

The challenge was to write an 'adverb-riddled' story in only 100 words.

See Chris Fielden's excellent site here for details of the challenge and others he runs. 


"I don't think it's ever going to stop raining," he said despairingly, looking out of the window drearily.

"I knew this would happen if we came to a Scottish island in July," she said, resentfully.

"It must be very nice to always be right," he retorted, spitefully.

"It is," she answered, brutally.

"How about we go out for a couple of whiskies, or four?" he suggested hopefully.

"Alright," she agreed, indifferently.

Ten whiskies later, he slurred, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"That getting married was a terrible mistake?" she queried, cautiously.

They left the pub in opposite directions, ecstatically.


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