People cross paths everyday, hundreds upon hundreds, thousands upon thousands, numbers untold… but how often do people truly meet? But when they do everyone else seems to fade away.
This night these two have met and for now they are alone in the world… It started with a small thing a shared dislike of manic clowns pretending to artistry while pushing the slapstick shtick to unprecedented heights. This was perhaps not the most auspicious of beginnings, but it didn’t matter at all. A shared look of disgust and a mute agreement to leave... later they are outside the tent venting to each other, quickly moving on to sharing each other's likes and dislikes…
“What kind of music do you like? Got any names?”
“Never heard of them… but if you like that style, you may like…”
“Have you read…”
Laughter and lighthearted exchange ensues.
Everything is possible, and the relationship wheel spins.
Time slips away and they have walked through half the city, the evening, and the night…
And now the sun rises.
So what happens next?
ReplyDeleteAfter the sun rises? I expect a new day begins. Most likely sleeping and eating are involved and some point.
ReplyDeleteI love your short fiction! you are a very talented writer. Thank you, by the way, for visiting me at the Infamous!
ReplyDeleteJM
Fiction? Where? Where?
ReplyDeleteNothing but half-truths here.
Hmm... If it is half truth then it is also half-fiction by default.
And it IS unarguably short.
Admittedly short half-fiction doesn't exactly roll of the tongue.
So lets roll with short fiction.
Your kind words are appreciated.
It was pleasure to visit, one that I intend on renewing.
There's nothing I love more than when my husband and I share a gleeful moment of disliking something simultaneously.
ReplyDeleteI have a like-hate relationships with circuses.
Circuses, always seem to fail their potential...
ReplyDeleteI too love those moments of gleeful sharing (who doesn't? ; j).
I feel lucky that most of my life at home seems to qualify as such.