Category: Flash Fiction

“That’s the one!” she gasped as she pointed at a large wreath. They were shopping for their first holiday together in their new place and basically had nothing.

She sat back and patted her stomach. “That was amazing, honey. I love when you cook for me.” Finishing the last sip of wine in her glass, she stood up.

As they checked into the hotel for their weekend getaway, the snow started falling. It was light and fluffy and stuck to her hair for a second before melting away.

She looked at the two drinks on the table while the jazz music was playing softly in the background. She knew the waiter thought she was being stood up and she smiled a knowing smile.

As I thumb lazily through a magazine, a photo catches my attention. Folding the page back, I show it to you. “Remember that weekend?”

He’d been focused on his work with his headphones on for a couple of hours. Stretching, he heard his back pop all the way up. It was time for a break.

As the credits started to roll for Eat Pray Love, I say, “I want to go to Italy.” You laugh.

She took a photo of the empty pier. The grey skies and cold water made it feel more like winter than July.

She fell asleep in the warm sun. The book was amusing, but after the late night, it wasn’t enough to stave off the nap.

“Why do you always choose the cup over the cone?” He hands me my ice cream as we head out to the parking lot. Across the street is the park where there’s some shade to enjoy our treat.

He came inside from pulling some weeds and collapsed on the couch. “It’s brutal out there today.”

They had been driving all day and had another full day to go tomorrow before they got to his parent’s house. It was pretty, but it was getting tedious.

The traffic was bumper-to-bumper and the extra half hour they had given themselves was quickly going away. They were going to be late for the show at this rate.

“What should I wish for?” He turned to see her holding a dandelion between her fingers.

The woman had been sitting on a bench in front of the painting for over half an hour. She would cock her head one way and the other from time to time, but mainly just sat perfectly still.

Her feet hurt and the noise in the enclosed aquarium was getting on her last nerve. They had been planning this date for a month so, of course, it would be the day when the entire place was filled with school field trips.

One more set of stairs and she’d be done. Sweat was dripping in her eyes, but she was determined to make it to the top of the stadium.

“That’s the one,” she said pointing to the photograph on the far wall of the store. It was wedged between different landscape images and had a really ugly frame around it.