{"id":875,"date":"2010-11-07T15:26:00","date_gmt":"2010-11-07T15:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=875"},"modified":"2010-11-07T15:26:00","modified_gmt":"2010-11-07T15:26:00","slug":"new-flash-fiction-by-larry-kimmel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/new-flash-fiction-by-larry-kimmel\/","title":{"rendered":"New flash fiction by Larry Kimmel"},"content":{"rendered":"

On The Verge Of Autumn<\/span>


I'd seen her about town often enough \u2013 pleasingly plump, neatly dressed, with snow-white hair that belied her age, and such blue eyes.  And now we were sharing a store front over-hang against the sudden downpour. She must have been about my age, no more than forty then.  A classic merry widow, if widow she was.<\/span>

To be sure, we talked about the weather and other important things, till at length I found myself saying:  “… but I don't drink wines anymore.”  To which she replied, making the moment memorable: “Oh I know, wine used to make me so romantic, but now I just get spacey.”  It was about then that the rain lessened and she decided to chance the drizzle.  <\/span>
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As I said, I'd often seen her around the town \u2013 often \u2013 but after that I never saw her again.  The image of her running across the parking lot, in neat spiked-shoes, dodging puddles with a pleasing bounce, a tabloid tented over her snow-white hair, is the last image I have of her.<\/span>



* Larry Kimmel<\/span> <\/span><\/font>is a US poet and writer of both
\nhaikai and mainstream forms. <\/font>This story was first published in <\/span>Bottle Rockets<\/span> in 2006. It also appears in Larry's new collection <\/span>The Piercing Blue of Sirius<\/span> which is currently being reviewed by IS&T.<\/span>

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