Josh and Aaron

Ding ding ding, the Sally jumped at the sound of her dessert spoon carefully tapping her wineglass. She felt a bit naked in her electric blue dress, but it wasn’t the cleavage that gave her that feeling, it was that about 150 pairs of eyes were suddenly staring at her.

Sally bit her lips. This was new for her, up to now she had avoided speaking at birthdays, weddings and funerals. Today, was a first. Her eyes scanned the room, everyone seemed to have been frozen, as if they were the cast of sleeping beauty, forks were in mid-air, mouths were filled with food, but had stopped to move. Even the young woman in the pink dress had not regained her position which was hinting at a laughing fit.

Under her breath, Sally muttered, “let’s do this”. She cleared her throat.

“Hello everyone, before I start, please feel free to continue eating! No need to turn into statues that could be unearthed in Pompei, we here to celebrate!”  Continue reading “Josh and Aaron”

Locked love in Paris

The key settled at the bottom of the Seine.

Love lock, cadenas d'amour, Paris Amongst so many others, that were already rusting away. At the same time the young lovers on the bridge were locked in a deep kiss. Each one still holding an open hand over the railing.

They had decided to lock in their love and throw away the key.

Silently they had exchanged vows on this late summer evening, to love one another forever.

Little did they know how strong the power of locking away their love would be, what the impact would be on their fragile souls. But they were about to find out.

I feel a bit rusty, just like the keys, I hope you enjoyed my short piece of flash fiction of 103 words.

I took the photograph of the love locks on the Pont de l’Archevêché. I am not sure if they are still up, as on the Pont des Arts, they have been removed.

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