Flash Fiction

I’m very grateful to Meredith King for picking today’s photo.

This is the last time Flash Fiction Monday will be a solo project. In the New Year Brigham Vaughn will join me. I can’t wait to see the results of both of us using the same picture for inspiration.

Look at them. Don’t they look all cute and perfect together?

If only people knew what it has taken to get them here. It took me a bloody month to get them to concede they didn’t actually hate each other, and I never did get either of them to admit to liking the other.

Once they’d no longer frowned whenever they met, I’d embarked on part two of my mission; get them together at a time and place where they might be tempted to give into to the attraction I sensed between them.

The party tonight had been the perfect opportunity. It hadn’t been easy to convince them they wanted to come and getting them into those suits had required the patience of a saint. I couldn’t deny the blue version looked rather garish, but hey, it was all for a good cause wasn’t it?

They’d arrived separately but had soon sought each other out. Talking while drinking had led to dancing, followed by tonsil tennis, and some not too discreet groping.

And look at them now; cute doesn’t begin to describe it.

Time for me to go home. My work here is done. Just call me Cupid.