Escape into the City (flash fiction)
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