Across The Room

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


'A' is for 'artist'.

Submitted: June 15, 2018

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Submitted: June 15, 2018

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Across The Room

It wasn’t busy, not packed out at least. Bryn pulled out a chair for Sonia to sit on, then together they chatted until the waitress came to take their order. They put their heads close together to scan the menu, with the intimacy that only comes with young love. The ring sparkled on her finger.

It didn’t put him off looking at her though, the man across the other side of cafe. His gaze was very intent, aimed only at her and not her fiancé. Every so often he’d look away, turn his attention to something in front of him, but then his eyes would lift up to her again.

Sonia tried not to notice, but it was hard. Once she'd noticed him looking at her she found it tough to ignore. It was embarrassing, she fidgeted but wanted to keep her awkwardness hidden from Bryn. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel in any way jealous.

So when do you think, Son. Six months time or do you want to put it off for longer?” Bryn’s expectant gaze was fixed on her.

She’d been so intent on the man across the cafe that she’d barely paid attention. The wedding, of course! “Six months should be plenty of time. Sooner if we can fix everything.”

Her eyes strayed back and this time Bryn followed her gaze. The man, whoever he was, was on his feet nowto try and cope with.

She'd ignore him, not watch him leave but put all her concentration back to where she should focus it, on Bryn. That had been her intention, but she still found herself watching him walk past the window, still caught sight of his slight wave, his smile.

Their meal finished, Bryn stood up and went to pay. As they were leaving, the cashier called Sonia back. “This was left for you, courtesy of our local artist. He’s excellent, isn’t he.”

And her face stared back at her, so well drawn that it was like looking in the mirror. Except he’d made her beautiful! She’d show Bryn, wouldn’t she? Maybe, she knew she should, but just for now she’d like to keep it to herself.


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