There are some flash fictions of mine that I like better than others. This remains one of my favorites. It’s one of the first ten that I wrote when Madison was the chief cat herder. 😉 You can find the original post here.
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100
Golden arches and a drive-through replaced the baroque beacon on the hill. The French restaurant where we often met is long gone.
At our special table we shared crème brulée, class notes and anecdotes. Our careers left no room for marriage. He went his way and I went mine.
Two years later the embossed invitation came. Birth announcements and commencement notices followed me around the world.
Thirty summers passed.
When I read his wife’s obituary I wept.
I reminisce in McDonald’s parking lot. Someone taps my windshield.
Ink-black hair turned bone-white, Bordeaux in hand, he grins. “You saved our table.”