Slippery
**Authors Note: I love flash fiction. I love reading it and writing it. So here's a little something for you while I work on the next chapter of 'Underneath The Surface'
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"Push it in, Emma."
"Regina, I'm trying. Maybe if you just stayed still..."
"You're the one in control, I assumed you knew how to do this."
Emma shifted her grip. "It's not my fault it's slippery."
"Perhaps if you...yes...almost..."
"Hold it right there, Regina...no...with your other hand."
"Emma, put your left hand here...now lift it a little..."
"That's it...I think you've got it..."
"YES!"
And that was it.
They had hung the drapes.
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