door to discovery (flash fiction/poem)

It was Saturday, and Fred stood motionless in front of the shopping mall café window. His eyes did not even move, and his breath was held tight. Those passing behind him did not notice, as they were either intent of looking for bargains, or in deep conversations about what would be on TV that night. Fred could see their reflections in the window, but his mind was too fixated on the doughnuts to care. ‘Doughnuts’, what a name he thought, ‘did it imply that nutty people could have money?’

Jokes aside, Fred knew that he should not even walk into the café; the aroma alone would set off his ‘feed me’ alarm. Nevertheless, within his mind, Fred could taste the butterscotch icing! Then, thinking about how tomorrow was still hours away, and discovery makes one’s day sway, he walked through the ‘door of discovery’!

I’ve come to count
on human drama
on stories that unfold
and on ones yet told

How can I do that
people ask in wonder
with looks on their faces
like rolling thunder

And so I reply
it’s quite simple
just look to the sky
and believe pigs can fly
(door to discovery, © Steven S. Walsky, October 2017.)

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A Real Life Raisonneur (325 odd word story, repost)

                             A Real Life Raisonneur (325 odd word story)
Resting on his laurels would not be roborant for their relationship. He realized that she was ready to rifacimento, and to maintain the starring role required his rapt attention. This was the reason he held the elegantly wrapped gift as he rapped on the door.

As soon as she saw the red bow, she read his mind; and racked her brain to remember, reluctantly, which rack in the recital room she had placed his gift. They exchanged greetings, and he commented on her raglan sweater. She thought that he was a real life raisonneur from her draft novel. Thus, without rhyme or reason, she put her arms around him and gave him a ravishing kiss. He was raptus as they relocated to the settee.

After their ‘I missed you kisses,’ she went to the kitchen to retrieve some refreshments. The recess from rapture gave him a chance to look around the room. He noticed the rare raad in the fish tank, and his relativism training rang a bell in the recess of his mind. He did not want to be shocked. True, he had reviewed their relationship last night; nonetheless, he was somewhat reluctant to rate it as a revue, not sincere. ‘Don’t let your mind roam,’ he reminded himself; ‘love, like Rome isn’t built in a day!’

When she returned, they ‘talked about the weather’ and became relaxed. She remarked that even though he was a novelist, like herself, he was not a ragabash. “A raconteur maybe,” he replied. Then he noticed that her watch was not on her right wrist. “What happened to it?” “Lost it at the spa,” was her forlorn reply.
Reluctantly the time rushed past, and it was that moment when you had to say good night. Yes, recess was over. They embraced as one, and shuffled to the door.

When the door closed behind him, he thought, ‘a lovely lady who lost her watch has become a timeless beauty.”

(A Real Life Raisonneur, © Steven S. Walsky, October 2015.)

Odd Words:
Raad: electric catfish.
Ragabash: idle worthless fellow.
Raglan: having sleeves going all the way to the neck.
Relativism: doctrine that knowledge and truth are relative to contexts.
Rifacimento: recasting of a literary or musical work.
Raisonneur: person in a play or book embodying author’s viewpoint.
Raptus: trance; rapture; seizure.
Roborant: strengthening drug or tonic.
Raconteur: teller of anecdotes.