Wednesday, January 14, 2015

#WednesdayBriefs Dream Kiss #flashfiction #romance

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  Dream Kiss

“He just kissed you?” 

Abigail stared at her over the rim of her wine glass. If she opened her eyes any wider they would disappear underneath her bangs. Glinda took a sip of her margarita, savoring the taste. Slowly, she set her glass back down. Abigail hadn’t even blinked. Glinda smiled.

“Relax, Abi.”

“Relax? Relax?” She waved her arms in the air. “You are asking me to relax? I’m surprised you’re not hyperventilating. After all, you’ve been pinning for him for months… unless—“ Her hand flew to her mouth and her dramatic eyes widened again. “He was a horrible kisser. It was disappointing, wasn’t it?” She reached for her hand and squeezed it. “I’m so sorry, Glinda.”

Glinda threw back her head and laughed. She squeezed her friend’s hand back before pulling away. She brushed back her hair and leaned into the table. Abigail mimicked her.

“It was wonderful.”

“Then why are you so… quiet?” she whispered.

Glinda shrugged. “I think, I think, I’m dreaming.”

Abigail leaned back into her chair and smiled. She winked at her before taking a sip of her red.

“It wasn’t a dream, girl, and you know it. When are you going to see him again?”

“I don’t know.” Glinda sighed. “ You see, he kissed me and then he said: It’s been a long time coming, smiled, turned around and left me there feeling like, like—“

“It hadn’t happened.”


“But it has, Glinda, right?”

Glinda traced the rim of her glass with her index finger. Had it really happened? She was no long so sure. She’d been walking home, lost in her own thoughts when he’d appeared out of nowhere. Glinda. He said her name once, lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers. She’d never believed in fairytale romances, in firework and stars in a kiss, until he’d touched her. God, she could still feel the tingle on her lips. The kiss had been wonderful and had ended all too soon. She’d been a puddle of want and need by the time they broke apart. They’d looked into each other’s eyes for a second before he smiled and touched the tip of her nose. It’s been a long time coming. She thought he’d say something more or kiss her again, but instead he turned around and left. That had been yesterday. She’d hoped to see him at work today, but he hadn’t appeared. The café had been empty without him.

“Glinda?” Abigail grabbed her hand. She grinned. “You don’t need to answer my question.”

“What? What do you mean?”

Glinda followed Abigail’s gaze. Her mouth dropped open. He was here. He was here. What was he doing here? Did he know she was here? Her cheeks flushed. Her heart rate increased. He knew. He was making a beeline toward her and Abi. He stopped at their table and grinned.

“Good night, ladies,” he said, though he didn’t look at Abigail. Glinda stared back at him. Had his eyes always been so bright, so full of life?

“Good night, Jean. I was about to go, but Glinda is staying.” Abigal dropped some bills on the table, winked at her and left.

Jean slid into the empty seat in front of her.


The End.
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