Bistro 3 Flash Fiction

Blind Date

You couldn’t see the holes the doctor drilled in my head when he thought he was a woodpecker. You were oblivious to the bland, black splinters sprouting from my fingers and my neck. Unseen and unheard, the ladder-back drowsed its feathered siesta as peace descended to the cluttered attic of my mind. When push came to new love, the bluebird couldn’t find the old silver ring I borrowed from the curtains. How could you care about its failure to sparkle in the sun? When you ran your fingers through my hair, you cut yourself on a feather’s edge and my shirt rose up in the air and flapped with sudden writing, as red as blossoming flowers. You sensed their crimson dampness, but couldn’t see the petals turning skywards to a pallid moon. The clockwork mouse ran down the tower. The clock struck the chaos of a universe at sixes instead of sevens and we knew we two would never be one. You tapped with your white stick on the sidewalk, but before you drove away, you told me to keep my pity for falling leaves, for sparrows in winter, and for the defenseless chickadees who quest at the feeder and leave in fear of the kitchen cat with her dogged stealth: a game of paws and pause, crisp and silent through the green hair of the grass.

4 thoughts on “Bistro 3 Flash Fiction

  1. For some reason, this struck me with the numerous bits of cleverness strewn among the lines! Thank you! This one made me smile! Chuck

    On Sun, Jun 12, 2016 at 9:24 AM, rogermoorepoetdotcom wrote:

    > rogermoorepoet posted: “Blind Date You couldn’t see the holes the doctor > drilled in my head when he thought he was a woodpecker. You were oblivious > to the bland, black splinters sprouting from my fingers and my neck. Unseen > and unheard, the ladder-back drowsed its feathered sie” >

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