Dick Waters is the Readers’ Choice in this week’s Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge. The winning entry is decided by the popular vote and rewarded with a special feature here today. (In the case of a tie, the writer who submitted an entry first is the winner per our rules.)
Without further ado, here’s the winning story:
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Fountains
by Dick Waters
I knew it was too good to be true.
It was five years ago, this very evening when we first met.
I shouldn’t have been there. However, the sudden rain shower drove me to seek shelter inside the Château Vieux-Montréal. I must have looked a sight with my long-soaked hair and nearly see through blouse.
His smile greeted me first, followed quickly by a soft white towel.
It was fate being there that night. He invited me to have dinner with him and conversation lasted until the restaurant closed. Everything about him captivated me.
I left in his chauffeur-driven limousine, but his final words haunted me since that evening. He told me that he needed some time, and if I returned five years to the day, he would make me an offer I couldn’t refuse.
Once again, I was drawing much attention and must have looked foolish standing by the entry. As much as I tried to hold back the tears, it was no use.
I turned to leave and a very white linen handkerchief greeted me. “You remembered. I will indeed make it up to you that I was late. Please forgive me. I find it hard to decide whether I like rain drops or tear drops better.”
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Dick Waters is the Readers’ Choice in this week’s Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge. The winning entry is decided by the popular vote and rewarded with a special feature here today. (In the case of a tie, the writer who submitted an entry first is the winner per our rules.)
I knew it was too good to be true.
It was five years ago, this very evening when we first met.
I shouldn’t have been there. However, the sudden rain shower drove me to seek shelter inside the Château Vieux-Montréal. I must have looked a sight with my long-soaked hair and nearly see through blouse.
His smile greeted me first, followed quickly by a soft white towel.
It was fate being there that night. He invited me to have dinner with him and conversation lasted until the restaurant closed. Everything about him captivated me.
I left in his chauffeur-driven limousine, but his final words haunted me since that evening. He told me that he needed some time, and if I returned five years to the day, he would make me an offer I couldn’t refuse.
Once again, I was drawing much attention and must have looked foolish standing by the entry. As much as I tried to hold back the tears, it was no use.
I turned to leave and a very white linen handkerchief greeted me. “You remembered. I will indeed make it up to you that I was late. Please forgive me. I find it hard to decide whether I like rain drops or tear drops better.”