AN: CJ from LJ gave me the prompt for this microfic in which you are given ten words and can only write one sentence per word.
There wasn't a single thing Fred could offer her.
She was getting tired of shooing owls away from her window.
She really couldn't stand a man who begged.
Even a man with sunkissed ginger hair.
A man who lived his life with abandon in a way she could never manage.
The door to her flat rattled in its frame – the result of persistant fists.
He was wearing that rediculous grin when she relented and answered.
He came flying at her before she could react.
Disoriented from his tackle, she watched as he tied a red string to her pinky, the other end secured to his own, ensuring that she wouldn't get away again.
Tangled on the floor, she looked up and sighed, admitting it was about time she gave the persistent bastard a chance.
AN: Just thought I'd share for those who are unfamiliar with the concept of the Red String of Fate. Per TV Tropes: "A common concept, especially in series dealing with romances, is the Red String of Fate (akai ito or unmei no akai ito). The concept is that two people who are destined to be together are attached by an invisible red string bound to their pinky finger (generally, though not always, at the first knuckle from the fingernail)."