Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

first dates and pilot lights

As it often did, the whoosh of the burner sent Linda’s mind back. He wasn’t her type, but she had promised her roommate she’d be the fourth for one double date. Standing in her shared college kitchen, he had said “do you mind” as he had casually leaned over the stove and lit a cigarette on the pilot light. Linda had always hated smoking but something about that casual lean gave her a thrill. Now forty years later, the thrill was still there. Thankfully the cigarettes were not.

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Thanks for the inspiration to tell a highly fictionalized version of our first date. 

 

 

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

at first blush

at first blush hopeful

till the bruise stains the bounty

the blossom endures

Rory McEwen (British, 1932-1982)

I recently visited an exhibit of Rory McEwen’s paintings and I was blown away. His work is magnificent. I was really caught off guard by how much emotion a flower or a leaf or an onion (!) could convey. If you ever have the chance to see his work, take it! When I read today’s SoCS prompt word (BLUSH), I immediately thought of him.