The Redhead and the Writer #amwriting

Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!

I decided to go a bit upbeat today. We’ll see how that goes! ๐Ÿ™‚

PHOTO PROMPT ยฉ Roger Bultot

The Redhead and the Writer

Iโ€™ve lost my mind. Itโ€™s the only answer. Maybe heโ€™s not even here. Maybe heโ€™s laughing and drinking a pint in a pub. Maybe Iโ€™m an idiot.

Iโ€™m an idiot.

I should have picked somewhere else to meet, somewhere romantic like in a Cary Grant film. Instead I picked a crowded, safe museum.

โ€œHave you seen a redhead who likes David Bowie and cheese fries?โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s a weird combination.โ€

โ€œI thought so, but she reads Swedish writers.โ€

โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t be a Swedish writer by chance?โ€

โ€œIn fact, I am.โ€

His blue eyes melt me. Maybe Iโ€™m not an idiot. Yet.

 

end 6/7/2018

Sascha Darlington

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  1. I cannot think of a more romantic place to meet than a museum. You can learn a lot about someone by their comments on the art you love. I once took someone to see a Picasso exhibit at a local museum, and when he asked aloud if Picasso was on drugs, I knew the romance was gone. Wonderful post.

    • I think the circumstances certainly can lead you to know whether there is any compatibility or not! Especially if you love Picasso. (Sounds like a not-perfect date for a story.) ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks for reading!

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