First Date

Yesterday I received an email from NYC Midnight about the upcoming Micro Flash Fiction challenge. Instantly, my mind tugged at the memory of the initial Micro Fiction challenge. While I enjoy writing Flash Fiction, I was a little skeptical about limiting a story to 250 words. Eventually, I pulled a prompt from the list and I wound up with a comedy. Fortunately, I wound up writing Apartment’s Tree. It was a campy little comedy and that gave me a taste to write more comedies. It also proved how foolish I was to dismiss this type of writing.

Once more, I’m delving into the world of comedy. However, my mind still needs the occasional helpful nudge to get going. So I pulled up another collection of Micro Fiction prompts and pulled a random comedy one and groaned. Thankfully, my mind instantly jumped into a romantic situation. My mind churned out an initial overview of Allen taking Melissa on a first date. Unfortunately for our young couple, they have drastically different ideas for a first date.

Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.

First Date

“Allen, drop the pretense and tell me where we’re heading for dinner.”

His gaze flicked to his date as the car stopped while his mouth curled into a smile. Allen turned, collecting her hand, and kissed her fingers. “Melissa, relax. I am taking you to my favorite place to eat.”

With a broad grin, Melissa freed her hand and launched into an array of applause. “That sounds excellent.” Melissa glanced down at her clothing and chewed her lip. “Though now I’m concerned that we might be underdressed.”

When the light turned green, Allen’s foot shifted to the gas pedal. The car’s engine revved as it shot across the intersection. “Nah, in fact we’re too formal.”

Melissa’s fingers gripped the cloth of her dress as she shook her head.

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