She watched him work the room, a consummate player, charming and gaslighting his way around a gaggle of women.
He saw her watching him. Pretending to listen to the people around her. Scowling. Muttering. Watching. Who was she?
She knew who he was. It would be interesting to erase that smile.
He inched closer. It would be interesting to make her smile.
She saw him push through the crowd. Now wasn’t the right time. She knew where to find him.
He saw her get up. He had to hurry. He didn’t know who she was.
She waited until he was almost at the bar. Then put her arm around a friend and walked away.
He was two feet away when someone stopped him. He saw her making her way out through the door.
He cursed. Why did he have a bad feeling about this?
She cursed. Why did she have a good feeling about this?
He asked around about the ordinary looking girl who was scowling by the bar. The one with the brightest eyes in the world.
She thought about the good-looking man talking softly to the girls. The one with the emptiest eyes in the world.
He was feeling awful by the time he got home. Why did he have to get drunk? Who was she?
She was wide awake at two in the morning, nibbling a giant chocolate bar. What would she say to him?
He woke up in his chair, his laptop open on his desk, papers everywhere.
She felt the sharp light as she tried to open her eyes. Blurry people everywhere.
He heard someone knock on the door.
She heard someone call her name.
He looked up in surprise. Did you pull another all-nighter, his manager asked. You haven’t been home in two days.
She looked up in surprise. Are you finally awake, her mother asked. You’ve been out of it for a whole week now.
He had worked flat out on the bid. He remembered sending it out before the midnight deadline.
She had picked up the fever in the clinic. She remembered coming home and collapsing on her bed.
He frowned. Who was she?
She smiled. Why him?
Great piece of writing, Rajani. You are talented at flash fiction!
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Thank you so much, Sara. That inspires me to write some more!!!
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What a very fun read! You got me hoping that they meet and like each other. Cheers!
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Thanks so much!
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Your poem made me relieved that my dating days are over….
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🙂 LOL! Thanks Rall.
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So much left unsaid… it is fun to speculate though.
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Totally…. thanks so much, Debi
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A tricky pairing to be sure, with so much potential for either bliss or agony. Will they balance each other’s blind spots (and celebrate each other’s strengths) or will their differences have them constantly at odds?
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Interesting thought, right! Hard to know.. but usually people “right” for each other, end up being quite “wrong” in the long run, though a long run is not really a measure of anything!
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It reads like something right out of the pandemic.
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Thanks Magic. Colleen mentioned Covid too.. I wonder what triggered thoughts of the pandemic!!!!
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Nice goings ons. Its is said opposites attract. Its as if they were each attracted to a missing part of themselves seen in each other.
What a curious twist that waking up😊
Intriguing write
Happy you dropped by my blog Rajani
Much❤love
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Thanks so much, Gillena. Love what you say about being attracted to a missing part of yourself.. I’ve always thought that was true and am kicked that you mentioned it!
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Fun to read, makes me want to come back to wee a final outcome. Reminded me of my mom when I had freedom for three years, divorced.
Mom liked to tell me I wouldn’t meet a nice girl at a bar. Like I hung out at bars. I went when our motorcycle group met , always at a bar. But she didn’t go to church either then.
And wasn’t looking for a wife either when Mrs. Jim found me. I hadn’t planned to be at the dinner that night, my class let out early. 50 years ago.
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p.s. I’m not writing here this weekend, reading only.
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Enjoy your weekend, Jim.
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Strange how things work out when they must!! It’s right when it’s right, bar or not! Great story, Jim.
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How realities intersect and diverge. Even though their thoughts were divergent they both were still pulled to/by each other. I hope she didn’t catch covid.
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Thanks Colleen, true about how realities intersect and diverge… (also definitely not Covid.. think we’re all done with pandemic writing!!!)
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I hope you tell us more about these characters, because I’m totally intrigued!
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There was no plan of writing anything further.. but I must now see if there is any more to that story once the craziness of my June writing marathon is done!!! Thanks, Magaly.
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How infernally intriguing!
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Ha ha! I enjoyed writing it, switching the POV after each sentence. It was just part of my June writing marathon, until I discovered it was under the Poets United word limit, so I could finally share a flash piece there!!
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It begs a second episode. I want to hear her punch … line!
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Ha ha.. thanks so much!! So glad you liked it! I wonder what happens next!! 🙂
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😅
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A clever parallel story – that turned and turned again never quite landing where I expected. Terrific. (Half way 🙂)
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Thank you, Peter! Had fun writing it. One positive outcome of doing this June exercise is that it is encouraging me to experiment a little more! Can’t sit in the comfort zone and hit 30!
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And this is what the half-way mark feels like!! A flash fiction piece for June Marathon #15.
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Interesting parallel stories and a hint of some secret to explode soon – how nicely has that come together – ❤ it Raj, keep ’em coming pls !
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Thank you… flash is so much fun to write!
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