Start Fiction:
Sally turned to Ken, eybows raised, as she heard his teeth grinding. "You okay?"
Ken took a deep breath and sat back in his chair. He stared straight ahead. "Everything's fine," he told her.
"Yeah, sounds like it," she said slapping her thighs.
End Fiction.
Way too short, but a storm hit, had things to 'tend to.
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