Thank you to Alistair for providing the prompts for Sunday Photo Fiction!
I tried very hard to write something neither dark nor deadly nor serious. However, you got a love story. Ta da! Ya win some, ya lose some. Your interpretation is up to you. 😀
Walk Like an Egyptian
I have become the source of ridicule over one trait: my life revolves around song lyrics. If someone says three words, I will sing a song incorporating those words. When my microwave beeps, I sing “Knock Three Times.”
Mondays are trippy. Sometimes they’re manic. Sometimes they’re the Mamas and the Papas.
Today it’s raining, and I walk into the office. Rachel says, “Hey Clare, rainy days and Mondays.”
Matt smiles. I blush because Matt’s smiles are the stuff of magic–that old black magic has me in its spell.
I log into my computer while glancing at Matt, my unrequited crush.
“I’ve got a crush on you, sweetie pie.”
Matt’s voice. I jostle my folder; papers sway away like leaves. My cheeks are fiercely red.
“Bryce wants ideas about mummies.”
He shrugs. “He thinks they relate to zombies.”
Because it’s me, and I can’t help myself, my palms dart outwards, and I “walk like an Egyptian” while singing.
Matt’s expression charms me. I think I see nothing but tenderness there.
I want to tell Matt how I feel. But he’s cool, and I’m song-lyric girl.
Matt grabs my hand and croons: “come away with me.”
And I am lost.
end Sascha Darlington 3/20/2018