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Fortune of Paris
I concede: taking my honeymoon alone in Paris—not my best idea.
Everywhere couples are entwined.
I pause outside a shop with a sign that says “Diseur de Bonne Aventure.” An older woman examines a young man’s palm; they both glance suddenly at me. Embarrassed by my intrusion, I continue along the uneven cobblestones.
“Madamoiselle!” The young man bursts from the shop, French words bounding from his lips. I shake my head.
“English?” he asks.
“American.”
He laughs. “You’re my fortune.”
I frown.
“I’m not insane, I promise. The fortune-teller said, the-love-of-my-life will be the next redhead I see.”
end 5/4/2017
S. Darlington
Categories: fiction, Flash Fiction, FRIDAY FICTIONEERS
Well, that’s a new pickup line
lol and that’s a good comment. 🙂
LMAO I have to agree with Neil…loved the piece though.
Thank you! 🙂
great! 😄
Thank you! 🙂
This story could only work on Paris, the city of love 🙂
I think you’re right. Anywhere else and it might just sound nuts. 🙂
I would add Rome to the list of cities 😉
I might have to add it to mine. 🙂
I hope that she was a natural red head
ha! I wonder if he’ll find out…of course, that could be a good excuse on her part as well. 🙂
A wonderful tale,,, of course, it would be interesting to see if it turns out good or bad.
Yes, I did wonder what her next line would be…
No hot chick has said anything like that to me since my hair turned silver. Perhaps if I were a multi-millionaire . . . .
🙂
but she’s already married! the fortune-teller lied. 🙂
No, she’s “alone” on her honeymoon because she didn’t get married and decided to use the tickets anyway. 🙂
We all know fortune tellers don’t lie! 😉
understood. i’m just teasing you. 🙂
oh….lol…it’s always a struggle with 100 words and then at this time of night my brain starts to fizzle…not that it’s in the greatest shape unfizzled. 🙂
maybe I need to think about rephrasing…..:) argh (banging head against desk)
My 2timed in Paris, 1 year before my honeymoon and my honeymoon. Loved this story, sharing it with the wife
Ergh 2 times sorry
Thank you so much! 🙂
Yup. Me too. Ah, if I’d only been a redhead…
I wondered about the “honeymoon” part also until I read your comment. If that’s a pickup line, it’s a darn good one. That palm reader was smart. She saw the young redhead also. Good writing, Sascha. 🙂 — Suzanne
I probably need to put another word in there to clarify. So hard trying to figure out the best way to use 100 words! 🙂 (especially when you’re verbose) ha. Thanks for reading and commenting. Very much appreciated!
Her lucky day… yes…no? Maybe! Nice one.
My FF story, Ma Fantaisie Francais!
Maybe…I might have to continue on and see what she does. Thanks for reading! 🙂
Ooh, things are looking up for her honeymoon! Or not… 🙂
Not sure…maybe the fortune teller needs to tell her fortune! 🙂 Thanks for reading.
Despite what some have written, I choose to believe she was destined to meet the young man. Nice story.
🙂 Thanks. I kind of think she was too. Fate placed her alone in Paris…
So it was a good idea to be alone on your honeymoon… 🙂 lovely romance.
Thank you. 🙂
I foresee a happy ending! Lovely story. 🙂
Thank you, Clare! 🙂
Dear Sascha,
Alone on her honeymoon…that tells a lot of story in very few words. Pick-up line or no, I’d love to know where this will lead. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks so much for reading, Rochelle! 🙂
Intriguing story … her solo honeymoon might bring her true love.
The stars may have been aligned. Nice write …
Isadora 😎
Thank you, Isadora! 🙂
I think if your new spouse is prepared to leave you alone for your honeymoon, they have to be prepared for you to look elsewhere … Great tale. Romantic but not slushy 🙂
Thank you, Lynn. I appreciate your reading! 🙂 (I’m also quite glad not to be slushy!)
So maybe the solo honeymoon wasn’t a bad idea after all. Good story!
Thank you. I appreciate your reading! 🙂
No clarification was needed: Alone on her honeymoon speaks volumes. We can, of course, wonder why she’s alone but it doesn’t matter. And why not? It could definitely be a story to be told to future generations: So, Mum… how did you meet Dad again? 😀
Thanks. You’re right. I had something fixed in my brain, which didn’t need to be fixed. (Well, actually my brain does need to be fixed, but that’s another story.) 🙂 I appreciate your thoughts.
Ha ha!!
Ha ha quaint tale
This can not bode well, and I, for one, would go there in a New York second! Great flash!
Thank you so much! 🙂
I love this. I’m hoping she indeed have a future with him, was his fortune. It was a wonderful meet-cute 🙂
Thanks, Mandi. I might just take this one to 200 words because I really needed about 10 (or 2) more words to clarify her “status.”
I appreciate your reading and commenting! 🙂
I think it’s funny how the young man and the fortune teller embarrassed your intrusion. Really, poetic and nice way of saying you intruded. : )
thank you! 🙂