Intangible (A Piece of Flash Fiction)

This is my guest writer entry for the contest going on over at Lascaux Flash. I’m pretty happy with how it turned out, even though I’m ineligible to win. This is posted over there as entry #121. Feel free to comment over there, or here, or for bonus brownie points both places!

Intangible

She writes her number on the back of my hand with a black magic marker.

Then she says hello.

We dance the way people at parties dance, a fast slow dance of an excuse to press our bodies together, to what passes for music at these types of things. Stuck in the middle with you.

When she speaks, she leans in close, the black tips of her blonde hair tickling my face, her hand soft on my shoulder.

I’ve read when a girl is really into you, she’ll take any chance to make physical contact.

I’ve only read.

I fetch her a drink, standing in line for an eternity, glancing her way, worried should she leave my sight she will disappear, ethereal.

I return.

I don’t go here, she says, between sips of her beverage. I’ll transfer, I say, joking, but not really.

With nods and a smiles, my friends leave. Her friends linger, inspecting me as they embrace her goodbye.

Time passes. We find our way into the cold.

Our night ends at the threshold of her friend’s building. Call me as soon as you wake, she says.

I tell her this is not the end of our tale. She nods.

I spend the remainder of the night in my bed, watching the minutes flick by.

Morning light peeks through the yellowing blinds of my bedroom and I clutch my phone, finding myself paralyzed by the idea of blemishing the perfect of yesterday with the unknown of tomorrow.

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7 thoughts on “Intangible (A Piece of Flash Fiction)

  1. I’ve found myself to be a struggling writer, too.
    Tonight, when I emerged from three months of writer’s block,
    and my poem didn’t receive the traffic that I anticipated it would.

    Fortunately, this poem is not like that.
    The imagery, the simplicity, the poetry.
    All the three, I enjoyed.

    • Thank you for those kind words and just hang in there. I’m so happy you have beaten the writer’s block.

      The lack of traffic wears on me too. But I’ve given up worrying about that. I figure I’ll just write for myself, and maybe someday people will show up.

  2. That is so romantic to me because it ends with you being so positive about in fact calling her in the morning as soon as you have waited through the night and she does want to talk to you again instead of …You dial the number she gave you in the morning and a man answers the phone. You hang up at a loss regarding what to even think, let alone do. Please check me out if you are willing Uranian Fiction and Miriam Pia or Miriam S Pia. There is some of my stuff out there. I do not have a good day job and most of my published works do not have my name on them, but compared to what you wrote of yourself I am an experienced pro but compared to the men authors you refer to I am just a two bit uppity punk who has managed to get paid sometimes as long as the one who hired me doesn’t have to admit to having used me as their ghostwriter.

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