Friday, March 9, 2012

Brunch (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images. I own nothing.

FLASH FICTION PROMPT

“Might I have the pleasure of your company for brunch?” The tall gentleman smiled down at the girl in the white wicker chair.

Her large green eyes grew impossibly round and they flickered to her pristine white dress shoes and then to her matching purse. She nibbled on her lower lip and then made a motion with her spotless gloved hands.

He leaned downwards, so his ear was closer to her trembling lips. “Yes, my dear?”

“I’m not supposed to walk.”

He winked. “Then I suppose you won’t object if I remedy that?”

A soft gasp escaped as she was swooped up into strong, capable hands. “N-not at all.”

“Good girl.” He whispered. "I won't tell if you won't. I don't think the nurses can come complain to me for something I am already overseeing." He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Laurela, love, just because you can’t walk like the others, doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve to have a good time, hmm?”

(c)Sara Harricharan

1 comments:

Joanne Sher said...

BEAUTIFUL job of setting the scene, sweetie. Loverly!