Never say never. Never say die. Ah, well, we’ll give it the old college try. (It rhymes. 😉 )
The One, A Flashfiction
I went to a tarot reader who said, “Girl, there’s love in your future.” So, I’m out tonight looking for him because I know he’s there somewhere.
It’s the music that tempts me, draws me into a bar I’d never go, not alone, anyway, where between chords the voices are too loud, slurring. An out-of-control scene I usually avoid because bad things happen here. Not tonight, though, because he’s here.
Long fingers encircle the guitar neck, stroke the strings, charm notes from the instrument the way only a devil could do. And, I know. I know the way you know with that first bite of chocolate cream pie. He’s the one.