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! 🙂

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The Redhead and the Writer

I’ve lost my mind. It’s the only answer. Maybe he’s not even here. Maybe he’s laughing and drinking a pint in a pub. Maybe I’m an idiot.

I’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.

“Have you seen a redhead who likes David Bowie and cheese fries?”

“That’s a weird combination.”

“I thought so, but she reads Swedish writers.”

“You wouldn’t be a Swedish writer by chance?”

“In fact, I am.”

His blue eyes melt me. Maybe I’m not an idiot. Yet.

 

end 6/7/2018

Sascha Darlington

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56 thoughts on “The Redhead and the Writer #amwriting

  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.

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    • 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.) 🙂 Thanks for reading!

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