A big thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and David Stewart for this photo prompted challenge for Friday Fictioneers (100 words or less). This is my first post into the weekly event, so I’m excited to merge this flash fiction with my own Friday feature (Speak Up! Friday Quotes) where I bring up topics that I believe need to be discussed (previous posts touched on microaggressions — wanting to be happy — truth being stranger than fiction — sexism and violence against men).
What I Mean to You
While the orchestra played in Tae-kyung’s gazebo, Natalie picked out the old geezer in the crowd sitting in lawn chairs.
She smoothed a wrinkled hand down her long sleeveless dress, took a deep breath, and sat beside him. The orchestra performed outside every Friday. Last week, Tae and Natalie had promised to never meet again. Yet here she was.
He pressed his shoulder against hers and caressed her knee. A thrill ran through her, but a frown settled on her shriveled lips. His wife, her best friend of sixty years, was too busy playing the clarinet to notice.