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I mentioned a while back that I was gong to try my hand at flash fiction, short little stories less than 5,000 words. Here is part one of Lost in the Maze.
Lost in the Maze, Part 1
Copyright Lily Bishop, 2014. No part of this story may be reproduced without permission.
Caitlyn rushed around her apartment while she talked to her sister, trying to get everything straight and in its place before her date with Cody. If her sister Maddy didn’t stop irritating her, she would put down the phone right now.
“Caitlyn and Cody sitting in a tree. K – I – S – S – I – N – G. First comes love. Then comes marriage. Here comes Caitlyn with a baby carriage.”
“Maddy, stop it!” Caitlyn fussed at her sister. “You don’t know anything.”
“I know you want to marry him,” Maddy said, giggling. “Why are you in such a rush, anyway?”
“What do you know? You’re still in high school.” Caitlyn tried to put her off, but unfortunately, Maddy did know. Caitlyn was tired of waiting, and she was ready to get married.
“And you’re a wise woman of the world at twenty-one. You’re just upset that he’s a senior and graduating, and you’re not. Why are you in such a hurry to get married? Not me—I want to travel first. I want to see London, and Paris, and Athens, Greece. I don’t want some boy tying me down.”
“When you meet the one, you’ll change your mind. Anyway, don’t jinx me. I just know tonight’s the night.”
“How do you know he’s the one, anyway?”
“I just do. We’re perfect for each other. We like the same things. We eat the same foods—”
“Sounds boring to me. Where’s the challenge in that?”
“Everything doesn’t have to be a challenge.” Caitlyn looked up at the sound of boots on the porch. “He’s here. Gotta go.”
She opened the front door and stood there for a heartbeat, smiling up at her Cody. Taller by about six inches, he leaned into her, just as he always did, and she draped her arms around his neck. His aftershave was familiar, his cheek smooth. His dark curls were just a bit damp. He wore his usual button down long-sleeved shirt, the first button undone, and his sleeves were rolled up on the forearms. The only difference is that tonight he wore jeans instead of khaki pants.
“I missed you,” he said. She leaned into him and puckered for a kiss. He kissed her like it had been a month. She had, of course, just seen him the night before, but none of that mattered.
“I missed you, too.” She backed up and pulled him into the main room. Her apartment took up half of the bottom floor of an old Victorian house on Main Street. She had a living room, a bedroom, and a tiny kitchen, if you could call a modified hallway with a stove and refrigerator a kitchen.
“I’ll wait out here while you change.”
She looked down at the flared-skirt dress with the nipped-in waist that she had picked out for this romantic evening. “You don’t like my dress?”
“I said casual, remember? You do not want to wear that for what I have planned.”
“I paired it with boots,” she said, frowning. This was as casual as she got for a date, especially one that she felt sure would be a proposal. “Where are we going, anyway?”
“Oh, no you don’t. It’s a surprise. Now go change.”
to be continued…
I know it’s short — probably three parts to this one. What do you think? Caitlyn’s got her life all planned out.
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