For the Poetry train today, I thought I'd post a scene that I wrote yesterday for the Flash Fiction over at SEx. It's short and I'll probably change the tense and pov, but I wanted to see if you all would be interested in learning more about the story. If not, I'll tuck it away and not think about it again. (It's not like I don't have enough story ideas to keep me busy for years.) If you do, then I'll make sure to mark it as a possible story line down the road. Enjoy.
“I know where I’m going.” His tone tells me he’s mad.
“No, you don’t. If you did, we’d have been there by now.”
“Do you want to drive?”
His statement makes me smile to myself. It could get me in trouble if he saw it.
“I’d love to, but you’re the driver I hired. You should know how to get to wherever I want to go.” I tug off my sunglasses. “Besides I’m blind.”
I’m not sure if he’s swearing because I’m blind or because he’s frustrated. I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. “I can’t believe you’re this incompetent. Were you told to keep me from the reception?”
“Yes.” Something about his voice informs me he isn’t happy about that.
“Who would do that?” I shake my head. “Never mind. I know.”
“Listen. I’m sure you’re a great guy, but I don’t want my sister getting hurt.”
My laugh sounds harsh. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but she’s going to get her heart broken if she trusts Chet to be faithful.”
“How would you know?” The car stops.
“Chet told you to insure I don’t show up at the reception. He’s afraid I’ll say something to his wife.” I frown. “I’m Chet’s former lover.”