The Stranger

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Flash Fiction #5

 

The feeling of unease is intense as I walk along hiding in the shadows of trees. The noise is there just behind me beating amongst the rain as it pelts hard against my skin. Footsteps, gaining on me, getting louder and echoing in my mind causing panic as I imagine the terror the other girls have felt before me. Forgetting my umbrella was the first mistake I made as I left in a rush. The second mistake was leaving my phone. The phone that right now could save me from the fate I’m up against.

I begin to quicken my pace as my heart beat thumps against my chest. I feel the cold against my skin as I can hear the slow rumble of thunder in the distance and count the seconds between the flash and crash of the storm.As I glance behind me he is still there, with his head bent forward, his fast walking pace shortens the gap between us. His form looms over me as I make my feet walk faster.

I look around for an open shop, but at this time of the night I’m unlucky, the street is dark and being so late, even pubs have long closed. I walk quicker to get to a safe place. As I turn the corner, up ahead I see the Tesco Extra and feel overpowered with relief as I see the lights on and someone dash inside. I begin to run as the heavens open and torrential rain beats down on my body making my sheer silk dress transparent. I feel the tension begin to slip, knowing I can get away from the stranger who has followed me for the last half a mile. Looking behind me again I see the stranger has begun to run too. My panic rising I feel my breathing quicken and my chest tightens as a panic attack threatens to challenge my escape.

I run faster and as I slip inside the shop, glancing over my shoulder, his shadow catches up and envelopes me as he follows me inside. Tensing as I wait for the attack, he bumps into me and apologises. “Sorry love, awful weather out there!” I lean against the drinks cabinet and sigh as I try to catch my breathe again, realising he was heading here all along and is not the serial killer everyones trying to catch!

The Blind Date #4

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Candice was late for a lunch date with Drake. She hurried along the busy  London streets to try and catch up time to arrive before he did. She wanted to arrive before him so she had time to observe at a distance and run in case he was another weirdo like the last one.

The air was warm with a touch of heat, enough to make sweat marks on the underside of her pale tunic. She flings her long, dark chestnut hair over her shoulder to cool down her neck from the clamminess.  She was unsure of the time but to take a moment to check would slow her down. She notices the man in front of her walking with a sway as he took long strides along the pavement. He has an aura of confidence with his smart dark blue jeans and white shirt. His sleeves rolled up halfway between his elbow and wrist which held a Rolex and exposing tattoo’s peeking out of his sleeve. He bumps into a man walking toward him. As they collide, a piece of paper falls out his pocket which she retrieves as it whooshed past her and settles on the ground. She picks it up and rushed to catch him so she can reunite the scrunched up piece of scrap.

‘Excuse me.’ She slips through the crowd as she sees him getting away with his long strides. She picks up pace and catches him. ‘Sorry, can I get through’ she says as she squeezes between the strangers slowing her down. Candice is a few steps away as he stops in front of her, and checks his pocket. She smacks straight into his rear and trips over the curb where he was waiting to cross. Two girls outside Costa, sipping Lattes titter at her clumsiness and snigger to themselves. As she glares at their rudeness she taps him on the arm.

‘Excuse me, Hi, you dropped this.’ Her smile turns into awe as she drinks in his face as he turns towards her. She is taken aback at his sheer perfection!  She freezes and stares as she takes in his neat facial hair trimmed to firm perfected lines around his strong sharp jawline. His face tanned with the most piercing aquamarine eyes she ever saw. Hair so dark and naturally smooth, partly shaved to the side and an aroma of spicy aftershave. She opens her mouth to speak as she faulted and apologies ‘Sorry… but… Shit! Your the most beautiful man I ever saw!’

‘Urr, thank you? I’m flattered.’  He turns away with a puzzled look and frown that a beautiful stranger complemented him so frankly yet so sorry he doesn’t have the time to properly complement her back. He takes the paper from her outstretched hand and smiles, holding it up ‘Thank you. You too. Well… not a beautiful man obviously. Your beautiful too.’

‘… Thank you.’  Candice, not being used to compliments, lowers her eyes a little embarrassed,  which he finds endearing.

She calls after him as they walk, ‘I understand it’s bizarre to tell a stranger they are beautiful, especially a man but You are! It’s your eyes… they are absolutely mesmerizing. I just had to tell you!’

He smiles at her over his shoulder and reluctantly faces forward again and continues his rushed journey to his destination that he is already late for. He wants to arrive before her to be the gentleman he is.

A few meters up the road Candice sees the newsagents and quickly nips in to buy polos. She picks up the pace as she notices the time as leaves the shop in a hurry. Two minutes to be at the uptown cafe. She thinks to herself of the perfect man born to be a model and wonders why she isn’t lucky enough to meet such gorgeous men like him on Lonelyhearts.com. Sherolls her eyes as she realises any guy that gorgeous would not be single. With those looks he could have pick of all of the available girls in London.

She sees the Cafe on the corner. A local French Pattisiere in the Centre of London. She rushes across the road and pushes open the heavy door with its long vertical brass handle and drops her bag to her feet  upon entering. She bends down to pick it up admiring the black shoes polished so shiny she could check her makeup in them. She raises her eyes and stares into the pools of ocean blue.

He passes her the bag and she stands slowly as she drinks him in. ‘It seems we meet again.’

‘Yes. I’m meeting someone here. You?’

‘Me too. A blind date actually.’ She smiles. ‘Drake’

‘Yes?’ he looks puzzled at her as the realisation washes over him and grins at his luck.

‘His name is Drake.’ she looks at him puzzled.

‘Yes. I am Drake, it is a pleasure to meet you officially.’

‘Fucking hell! Hi!’

Madison

Flash Fiction #3

The Rock Café

 

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I stand by the counter making a cup of our finest columbian roast espresso. The girl ordering carries a pile of books under her arm and a haphazardly balanced messenger bag over her shoulder. She is a regular to the seaside café. Always comes in at 1.15pm. She comes in every Tuesday as it’s her free period at university, to make the most of her study period and says that the ambiance of the cafe while watching the waves on the rocks gives her inspiration. She is studying to become a journalist and ironically her name is Lois. I always smile when I see her and chuckle to myself when I think of the references to the film.

“Actually Sandra, can I have two, I have a friend joining me today.”

“Of course, I will bring it over to you. Are you sitting in your usual place?”

Lois nods while smiling her gorgeous wide grin , “Yes, Thanks” She is always so happy and smiley. I admire her for chasing her dreams. Had I done that I wouldn’t be stood here making coffee with aching feet. If I had my chance again I would go back to University and study law. I’d always wanted to do something meaningful with my life but ended up getting a 9-3 job so I could take my children to school. My dreams have to be put on hold for now.

As I place the miniature coffee cup onto it’s matching tiny saucer I glance up and stare as the door opens. I stand straight and watch as in walks Clark Kent! Honestly you couldn’t make this stuff up! A tall guy, wearing a tweed suit walks in. His almost black hair swept to one side and black rimmed glasses. He juggles what looks like a pile of encyclopaedias in his arms. The top book threatens to  slide off  while he tries to balance them as he gets through the heavy door.

I walk over with their table and set the saucer down for Lois’ friend.

Hi, heres your espresso, are you here to study too?”

“Yes! I’m here to fight for truth and justice”

I make my excuses and walk away wondering … I’m sure thats a Superman quote!

Flash Fiction #2

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Morning Coffee

I pick up my Latte in one hand lacing my fingers around the handle and cradle it with the other. I take small sips while peering over the top. He is exquisite. Tall, tanned with short brown hair that is flicked to the side. Dark brown piercing eyes. He wears a suit jacket that reaches his belt and underneath black trousers, white shirt with the top two buttons un-done. He is ridiculously wet from the rain and I notice a small drip of water make its way down a strand of hair and splash onto the papers he is organising.  As he leans over the kitchen worktop, his trousers tighten around his rear giving a perfectly rounded form.

As I glance at him ruffling the papers around I feel he has captured me at the wrong moment as I admire his firm arm muscles through his jacket. He glances at me sideways, smiling revealing a dimple, as he realises he caught me admiring him.

“Are you okay Lucy?” he says with a wry smile

“Yes, of course.”  I’m not giving anything away.

He looks back to the papers, collecting them together and declares they are ready for signing. He walks over to me and shows me where to sign. Taking the pen he holds out, I slide the papers toward me as I watch him, watching me.  Putting his hands into his pockets and staring at me, smiling, making me feel very vulnerable.

“You understand what this means don’t you Lucy?”

“Uh-huh”  I reply without looking at him, I sip my coffee. I read them over slowly and deliberately as he awaits my answer. I sign where he has put a small cross and pass them back to him.  He takes the pen from me and brushes his hand across mine, pausing deliberately as I flush with excitement.

I look up with confidence replacing my embaressment,  “It means I’m going to be working really hard as your PA. You’ve made a deal here that I can’t refuse but there is one question I need to ask.”

“Of course, ask away”

“The overtime, I assume that is outside of working hours and unpaid.” I’m not that kind of girl.

He smiles and steps towards me. He places his right hand on my cheek, sliding his fingers through my hair and behind my ear as he leans in close to me.  I can feel his breath on my face. “That my beautiful is expected with no pay! You my dear are far from what you are suggesting. You are my reward for a hard day at work” He leans in and kisses me as I lead him toward the stairs.

 

 

Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction! Something I’ve been avoiding!

Well not anymore! Ive come to terms that to become a writer I need experience! To gain experience I need to try my hand at writing flash fiction. How can I contemplate writing a book if I’m scared to even write a few short stories? So I’m starting with a 6 word flash fiction!

It tells its own story!

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“And so … The love story began!”

Many people overlook romance in the older years. I’m an avid believer that there is someone out there for everyone, even if it takes you years to find them.

I’ve been lucky enough to find mine. It took me kissing a few frogs, a failed marriage, another long term relationship and two kids to find my world. Since finding him we have another little one between us who fills our life with fun, joy and laughter. My Fiancé, three children and I live a happy life that I’m very grateful for. Long after my children have left home, I look forward to spending time, the two of us together.

Please give me your thoughts! I would love feedback please from all you lovely people!