Hindsight 20/20

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Hindsight 20/20

A lie frolics here around shoes with ribbons for laces. The art book chuckles at my naiveté.

“Strawberry-flavored wine?” Duane asks.

I stare at the shoes wishing I’d accepted Will’s invitation for poetry and ice cream rather than Duane’s “romantic evening.”

“They’re my wife’s.”

“You said . . .”

“Ex-wife. She lives here,” he says. “It’s not ideal.”

I say, “No wine, thanks.”

“Perfect, on to bumping uglies.”

My jaw drops. “No.”


“Don’t think so.”

“Dinner was expensive.”

Complete nightmare, I think.

Hindsight admonishes: Poetry and gelato with a funny caring man weren’t romantic enough for you?


end 4/23/2017

S. Darlington

15 thoughts on “Hindsight 20/20

  1. Perhaps Duane’s alter ego has something to hide,–they are his shoes after all!
    Great story behind the words.
    I ran out of time to post on this one, but here is my attempt – just for you.

    No Returns.
    I wanted red, they sent me black.
    I wanted lace, not wide ribbons.
    I wanted dainty seven, not gross eleven!

    1. Ha! I appreciate that. Maybe we should do more stories with varying povs 🙂 And, actually the thought did cross my mind for a moment to make them his, but I thought he might actually go for stilettos.

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