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Escape into the City (flash fiction)

July 22, 2013

Alphonse Mucha photo of woman looking pensive

Of course it matters which bowtie I wear.

His voice echoes in her thoughts, along with his expression when he said those words: astounded that she’d question his time-consuming ritual. Again, she asks herself: Why does it take him so long to get ready for dinner?

Alone on the balcony, a push and pull. The pull of the city, sparkling like an evening dress, to come out and play. Countered by the cigarette in her mouth, pushing to calm her impatience and stay.

Stay for what? Dinner at an appropriately trendy restaurant. Delicious food, but interrupted by his friends stopping by to say a word or twenty.

I’m just a bow. A pretty decoration for him. The thought astounds her, an echo of his earlier expression.

Time to give into the city. She blows a smoke cloud into the room, grabs her little handbag, and slips out of his apartment.

 


Visual Dare prompt given by Angela Goff at Anonymous Legacy. For other stories inspired by this photo, click here.
Photo (Alphonse Mucha studio photography) source Tiny Particles of Larger Loves Tumblr, originally posted by 23Silence Tumblr.
Story copyright Dave Williams

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. July 22, 2013 12:29 pm

    Surprising how you manage to get her emotions convey in this short piece…well done IMHO.

  2. July 22, 2013 12:30 pm

    “convey = conveyed”….Ah..never write before finishing morning coffee.

    • July 23, 2013 5:46 am

      Ah, that’s fine — I like the mistakes. But tea certainly helps. That’s my morning caffeine. Thanks for reading!

  3. July 22, 2013 4:23 pm

    I can’t tell you how relieved I am that she slipped out the door. For a moment, I wondered if she’d take a leap.

    • July 23, 2013 5:45 am

      That actually occurred to me as I was writing the story, as an option of what could happen — but I figured the character wasn’t thinking of suicide at all, but simply whether to stick around with her boyfriend or not. Thanks for reading!

  4. July 24, 2013 5:54 am

    At last, she understood what she meant to him and decided to move away. Or maybe she knew it all along and did not act on it. Also liked how you used the cigarette to control her emotions. very well-written

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