Writing

I’ve been writing since I was in middle school and I’ve never really shared my work, until now. Enjoy these flash fiction stories that I’ve written over the years.

ABSOLUTELY PERFECT: ERIN AND OWEN

She walked into the library with her book and tea in hand. Owen knew that she was going to sit in the same spot that she always did. He watched as she walked over to the table, pulled the sofa chair out, sat down and pulled her knees up as she read.

Go talk to her.

No way. Don’t you see that she’s trying to read in peace?

Oh, don’t be a punk!

I’m not.

You’ve been doing this for two weeks. Go.

His hands were sweating, his heart racing. 

Just go up and say your name. 

He stood up and walked over.

“I’m Owen,” he had his hand out waiting for her to look at him. Erin looked up from her book and up at this stranger named Owen. She smiled before speaking.

“I’m sorry?” 

Owen tucked his hand back into his jacket and smiled nervously. 

Be cool.

“Sorry? That’s an interesting name. Is that French?” Erin smiled, shaking her head.

“No. My name’s Erin. But I’m not really sure who you are,” she quizzed him. 

He cleared his throat nervously and pointed to the seat in front of her.

“Is anyone sitting here?” Erin shook her head. Owen sat down and ran his eyes over Erin’s face. Her hair was out today, her black coils on full display. Her brown eyes were looking at him too. She seemed to be watching where his eyes traveled on her face on his. Her skin looked soft and smooth as always. She was beautiful.

“So why did you come over here?” she said breaking his thoughts.

“What?”

“Why did you come over here to talk to me?” she asked again with a smile, slightly biting her lip. All of a sudden, Owen didn’t feel nervous anymore. He chuckled.

“I figured I’d introduce myself to the girl who walks by me every day and causes me to catch my breath” 

Erin’s eyes widened in disbelief, threw her head back and laughed.

“Wow. Really?” she said.

He nodded his head quickly.

“Yes. Really. I’ve been trying to get myself to talk to you for two weeks now. Why are you laughing?”

“I don’t know. This has never happened to me. It’s like something I’d read in a book. You couldn’t just write me a letter or something?”

“And say what? Hey, I think  you’re beautiful and I’d love to talk to you. Please don’t think that I’m a creep.” She nodded and laughed softly.

“Yes.”

“And then what? Have you going for weeks wondering who this secret admirer is?”

“Yeah! Why not? It would be cool. A little romantic. I would have loved it.”

“Damn. I should have gone with that.” 

“Yes, you should have” she chuckled. 

“I probably should have asked you this first, you know, since I don’t know you and all.”

“Yes,” she said confidently.

“But I haven’t even asked you my question,” he looked at her.

“That’s okay. I know what you’re going to ask,” she smiled. When she smiled, it reached her eyes and her face lit up. God, she was gorgeous.

“Are you single?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“Absolutely.”

“Perfect.” 

Owen smiled.