Stargazing

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


Don't you just hate it when dark and stormy nights ruin date night?



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Written for the 500 word Imaginarium House challenge on cliched openings.

Submitted: May 15, 2018

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It was a dark and stormy night; the kind that ruins well planned dates.

My date to be exact.

Flustered, I looked up at the sheets of rain cascading down my windows and then back at the telescope I’d set up for a romantic night of stargazing. 

Well, this is shit.

I turned back to check on the casserole in the oven. That at least was going ok. I fiddled a little with the wine glasses on the table and tried desperately to think about how I would impress him.

It was our third date, the first having been over coffee and the second having been at the movies. The third was going to be a beautiful night of stargazing from my romantic little cottage on the hill, but this stupid, ominous storm was ruining the vibe.

Sighing, I clicked my fingers twice. The bottle of vintage red wine flew from the cupboard to the table as the doorbell rang. I half ran, half tripped my way to the door, righting myself at the last moment and smoothing my hair.  

As I opened the door, he tumbled his way in, soaking me with water as his umbrella toppled out of his hands.

“Shit, sorry,” he said with an apologetic smile. I could have sworn lightning thundered dramatically behind him in that moment, lighting him up like some sort of demigod.

“That’s alright,” I replied, trying to act casual even though his umbrella had almost skewered me in the foot.

He followed me through to the cosy dining area, the smell of the casserole wafting pleasantly through the air.

“That smells great.”

“Thanks,” I said, feeling ridiculously chuffed. “I was hoping we could do some stargazing tonight but…” I gestured to the weather outside.

“I remember you mentioning you were into astronomy,” he said, putting his bag down on the table. “Well, we could still stargaze.”

“How?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“Come here,” he said, beckoning me over.

He took a seat on the ground and then stretched out onto his back, looking at me expectantly. Hesitantly, I lay down beside him. I wasn’t ready to be intimate just yet and being horizontal this early in the night made me nervous.

“Now, close your eyes,” he said with a mischievous grin.

I did as he said, butterflies running rampant in my stomach.

“Okay… now … open them.”

I opened my eyes and gasped. The cottage was completely dark and the living room ceiling was covered in twinkling stars.

“There’s Orion’s belt and the Southern Cross,” he said, pointing them out in the mini galaxy above our heads.

“How did you do that? I literally closed my eyes for three seconds.”

He grinned. “I’m a grade three wizard you know. I may have also orchestrated the storm so I could show off a bit …”

Ever since then, I consider dark and stormy nights a blessing.  


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