While my last flash might have been a tad bizarre, perhaps this one is less so. Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!
A blind date at an Indian restaurant on Halloween—why did this seem either so fitting or so ill-advised? Because the love of her life, a poet, had been from Kerala? Because she loved Halloween? Because the fates enjoyed a prank much like everyone else?
Sitting in the booth, she sipped a mai-tai that, with its hefty dose of rum, possessed an equally wicked sense of humor. She spun the yellow umbrella, glancing up as the door opened. The umbrella fell from her fingers.
The earth tilted. “Damn rum.”
The earth straightened.
She breathed. “Mohan.”