‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #35 Entry Part 6) by MarkBierman@mbiermanauthor#IARTG

HELLO EVERYONE AND WELCOME TO AUTHOR SUZANNE BURKE’S “FICTION IN A FLASH CHALLENGE!” EACH WEEK SHE FEATURES AN IMAGE AND INVITES EVERYONE TO WRITE A FLASH FICTION, OR NON-FICTION, PIECE INSPIRED BY THAT IMAGE IN ANY FORMAT AND GENRE OF THEIR CHOOSING. MAXIMUM WORD COUNT: 750 WORDS. IN ADDITION TO RUNNING A WONDERFUL BLOG, SUZANNE HAS WRITTEN MANY EXCITING BOOKS. PLEASE A HAVE A LOOK AT HER SITE: WECOME TO THE WORLD OF SUZANNE BURKE


Here is my contribution to this week’s prompt. Enjoy!



“Oh Sheila, could this night get any better? I mean, you, me, just the crickets.”


“Oh, yes, Paul . . . it’s wonderful. There’s really no where else I’d rather be.”


“There’s something intoxicating about spending a night under the stars with a beautiful woman. Do you know that the constellation, Cygnus the Swan, is above our heads right now? Go ahead, look! No not at me. Look up, my dear. Do you see it? Yes, that’s it. See the splendor of it all? You want to know something, and it’s the truth.”


“What? What is it?”


“Keep looking up. I mean really take it all in.”


“I’m looking, and yes, it’s heavenly—”


“Just like you, my Sweet. Now I have something for you.”


“Really! What is it! Shall I close my eyes?”


“If you’d like. Yes, and hold out your hands, too. I love your radiant smile, by the way. Here it is. Okay, now open them.”


“A mirror?”


“Yes, I want you to look at it, and then up again at the Swan. No, not at me, the Swan. Not that I mind the love in your eyes. No, Sheila, look up and compare. Why do you look so disappointed?”


“I don’t understand, that’s all.”


“Stop looking at me that way. No, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I just wanted you to see that this constellation is just an ugly duckling, compared to you.”


“Oh, I see . . . of course, thank you, Paul.”


“I have a poem that I wrote for you. It’s about our love and this is the perfect night to read it. Here it goes. She is the light of my—”


“Stop!”


“What?”


“Please, Paul . . . I-I can’t do this anymore!”


“What do you mean? I planned this whole evening! Even made your favorite, Caprese salad, which is disgusting, by the way. Are you saying we’re through?”


“Just, turn away for a moment. Would you please, I cannot look at you, any longer. I’m so sorry, but you need to fix it.”


“Fix what?! I thought you said I was perfect!”


“No fix it! Pull it out!”


“Sheila! You are so devilish! But I cannot do that, this is a public park. There are still families about.”


“No! Not that! Pull out that ghastly nose hair that’s been waving at me all night.”

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