The moment Susan heard the man in the dark shades play, she knew was the best guitarist that had ever lived. Each string seemed to come alive as his gloved fingers brushed across it. Everyone else in the crowded bar seemed to become nothing more than wallpaper. Their loud, drunken conversations faded away, as though the volume had been turned down to almost nothing.
It was as if it was just him, her, and the music. It called to her, begged her to draw near. She did, her feet moving without command. Like a puppet on a string, she was pulled in.
Then she saw the fire – orange-red, sun-bright, summer-warm. It burnt in the reflections on the guitar and in the dark glasses that hid the man’s eyes. It was like wildfire.
As he smiled, she knew that it would burn her and that she couldn’t break away.
This is my entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and pixabay.com for the photo prompt.
I love how the room becomes just about them and how. “the fire,- orange, red, sun-bright, summer-warm. It burnt in the reflections on the guitar and in the dark glasses that hid the man’s eyes.” …”she knew it would burn her and that she couldn’t break away.” Awesome story!! Love it!
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Thank you!
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Great take. He pulls her until it’s only them, she is attracted to his wild fire.
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Thank you!
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What a temptation! I get the feeling he’s done this before, sneaky devil… 😉
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I’d say he almost certainly has. Thanks for commenting!
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Very alluring!!
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And dangerous. Fire’s pretty, but you don’t want to get too close…
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One with the music… Great story!
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One with the music… But not necessarily in a good way. Thank you!
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I think Susan is about to lose her heart to the heat..
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She might be. Thanks for commenting!
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