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I typically enjoy good writing challenges and was asked to create a potential "how we met" story but alas I received no reply back offering any feedback.
Hating to waste a good story, I decided to post my flash fiction piece here. I thought it was a cute little feel-good story about how a potential couple could meet.
I hope you enjoy it, everyone!
Have a happy, safe, and prosperous new year!
"Untitled New Year's Eve Flash Fiction Romance"
It was New Year's Eve close to midnight in New York City. Not exactly the greatest place to be when you're a shy introvert wanting to be as invisible as possible. I'm in an expensive party dress which was given as a gift since I don't normally have money for such extravagances. My hair is done, and my makeup is pristine. I am curvier than I would like but the dress flatters my figure just in the right ways. I find a safe haven in a bar but am surprised by how few people are there. Relieved, I find a remote corner and I order myself a gin and tonic. The television is blasting Ryan Seacrest's NYE coverage which is ironic since it literally is happening mere blocks from the bar. I meet your eyes by accident and I groan at the mistake.
"Great, he is going to come over and talk to me," I grumble to myself.
You walk over wearing an impeccably tailored black pea coat that perfectly complements your piercing greyish-blue ocean-water eyes. Drink in hand, you simply smile at me. I roll my eyes thinking all you want is to get in my pants.
"Mind if I keep you company?" You ask me confidently.
"It's still a free country. Be my guest," I reply with my typical biting tone.
You pleasantly surprise me. You're absolutely charming and warm and funny and kind and we not only missed the countdown to midnight but ended up chatting until sunrise. You settle both our tabs in this easy gentlemanly way I find so old-fashioned but endearing.
You walk me outside and ask where I live. "New Jersey," I reply.
"You're a ways from home. Will you manage getting home?"
"Well, I got here in one piece, I am sure I can manage to get home in the same condition."
"Will I ever see you again," you ask as I begin walking away.
"You know you just might. You just very well might."
I say my last words to you as I wink and blow you a kiss walking away until my figure silhouettes and blurs from your view. You make to grab your keys from your pocket and you find a napkin with some ink scribbled on it.
"Maybe sooner than you think," was written on it with a lipstick print and a cell phone number.
You smirk a devilish grin as you walk in the opposite direction I left.
The End.
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