Flash Fiction

Tinker Forever With Chance

She considered flirting a discipline to better evolve, mature, and evoke her capacity for spontaneity. Thus began her plan for this seduction.

Her deconstruction of Jacques ran page after page, all single spaced.

Her wardrobe a weapon designed to limit retreat and penetrate any redoubt Jacques may repair to. Her perfume pick to atomize polygonally. Her laugh choreographed to cavort at his timely witticism, and each utterance to his reply intoned as invitation.

Then she shredded those single spaced pages. Shipped the wardrobe to her sister. The perfume to her mother. Blue toothed with Hank Williams in the shower. Blushed her face. Struggled into torn jeans. Filled a flask to hip pocket, then ubered a lift to the park, to sit in the grass and watch Jacques play softball.


Published by r.Douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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