Short Fiction for Guests of the WordFeeder
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Sometimes the best place to hide secrets is in
fiction that no one would ever believe.
“Wow,” Lynn sighed. “That …was delicious.” Still holding the stem of her glass, she watched the last drop of rosé forming in the bottom, the last drop she knew she would never drink because it can’t make it to the rim without leaning your head back too far for a place this classy. Setting the glass down slowly on the tablecloth, she leaned back in her chair, certain she couldn’t look better than in the perfect light of the small, expensive, but somehow unpretentious restaurant where she would eat whenever her date could afford it. “I like it when you visit,” she smiled across at the boy, now man she had met in college, rubbing his finger across his plate to pick up what was left if his key lime pie.
Sucking the last morsel, all he could do is laugh back at her and nod, taking a moment to regain his composure. “Tell me,” Emerson leaned forward on his elbows, “you’re not dating anyone, please.”
No reaction, just a smile.
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