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Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner 5-13-2017

 

The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning, May 10th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)

This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, May 19th, 2017.

Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner

tree

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“I am very much like that tree,” she said, standing at her window, looking at the tree and the man beyond, walking away. “Revered for our simple beauty and yet, alone.”

She knew he would not come back. He was…. what was he? A star. A superstar. A man used to groupies flocking around.

And who was she? Nobody. A groupie who flocked and got lucky.

She should be glad. Happy. Ecstatic even, but she wasn’t. Sometimes she didn’t know who she was.

How could she fall in love after one night? True, she had been ‘in love’ with him since the first time she saw him on the stage, singing to her heart and the hearts of  the thousands of girls in the audience.

“Be happy,” she told herself, “for you got something most don’t.” A night. A single night to remember for the remainder of her life.

He disappeared around a corner. Only she and the tree left.

Turning away, she moved back to the kitchen, picking up her empty mug. Saw a folded piece of paper on the table.

“Come to the show tonight,” she read, written in his expansive scrawl. “I’ll leave tickets for it and backstage at the window.”