Friday Fictioneers: THE WAY TO A GIRL’S HEART

PHOTO PROMPT - © Madison Woods

PHOTO PROMPT – © Madison Woods

The Way to a Girl’s Heart

Duncan stretches to ease the butterfly from the drive-through window. He turns to me, all wistful like the poet he fancies himself. “Creature of beauty alight on my fingertip. Long I yearned for your wings to rest, your beauty mine to hold.”

“That’s sweet. Would you… Do you think maybe…” Taylor told me to try harder. It’s just a side of Duncan. I squirm under the pressure, but the comparison stinks. There’s nothing butterfly about me. That, and I’d rather not be owned by anyone. “My milkshake, Duncan. It’s ready.”

Maybe Taylor should tell Duncan milkshakes are more romantic than bad poetry.

Friday Fictioneers (n): A world-wide community of writers addicted to writing 100 word stories based on a photo prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 

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11 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: THE WAY TO A GIRL’S HEART

    • Oh, I don’t know that it’s a grumpy, ungrateful, ungracious lady as much as it is a very poor match. And seriously, when it comes to milkshakes, you shouldn’t keep a girl waiting, especially if it’s chocolate! 🙂

  1. I agree, you can’t force a person to recite poetry, and while poetry is one of my favorite forms of expression, I’d have been put off by his approach too, especially on a first date. I actually had a first date at McDonalds once, we met there for coffee, and before the evening was over, he’d already decided the number of children we were going to have. UGH!
    I enjoyed your tale, I’d have asked for the shake too, besides, at the drive-thru, he’s making others wait! 🙂

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