Flash Fiction: Pasta

“Is the order for table number ten ready?”

I turned the blaze of the cooking flame down and grasped the pan in my left hand.  With my right hand, I expertly arranged the lines of spaghetti on the plate. Reuben walked up to me and winked.

“You know, she’s looking quite fine in her black dress today.”

I peeked outside through the kitchen door window. There she was again, sitting in perfect poise, making my heart beat harder. Reuben whispered.

“Tell her, man!”

I put the final touch on the dish with the red sauce.

“A red heart, sweet!”

Word Count: 99


September 13: Flash Fiction Challenge

September 2018 Blog Battle


  1. Great flash fiction piece. I like the gentle tease on the imagination. It kept me wanting more, which is an attribute of a good flash fiction piece.

    I look forward to reading more of your work. Stop over at my blog sometime, I would love to hear what you think of my work. Happy Blogging!

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      1. Ha, ha. So many unspoken options in flash fiction! I did ponder if she saw the heart or was engrossed in talking and swiped food through it before seeing it. Then there’s the glance with a smile from him not picked up on. Food so good she goes back for that or seeing the heart, glancing up and a held gaze lasting just the right amount of time with a tip and phone number.

        Trouble is do us writers have time to chase every piece of fiction 😱

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