The Whorl Around Her Heart (homophone flash fiction)

Sometimes fate can predict an uplifting fête in sync with your life. Other times you just sink; just like swanky jeans that contradict your parent’s genes.  However, remembering that no amount of loot can replace a lute melody, ‘Prophet’ Fred looked around the café and thought how monetary profit was secondary to life.  His favorite saying is “You can aweigh your work anchor, but never really be away from responsibility.”  Thus, the sight of Jane walking into packed café, suddenly reminded him that he had made a pact to help her find her bracelet; or be ‘fined’!

“Hi Jane,” said Fred, “I’ve looked high and low.”

“Lo and behold,” responded Jane, “it’s mister ‘wile’.  I bet that rheum under your eyes is from searching the room while I was gone.”  She sat next to Fred and asked him if his wave of smiles excused his waive of assistance.

“Jane, you may have given me a thank you for giving you a tour of the tor of St. Luke Mountain; but your comment just tore my heart.”

“Oh Fred; such purl to sway the pearl of my heart.”

After they had a coffee, Fred reminded Jane that you may press emotions like paper through a calender, but each day they were together was a day in the calendar of love.
Fred’s words resolved the pique before it could peak, and he said that they should peek around the café one more time; then go to her house to see if her pet peke had eaten it.
Jane replied to the whorl around her heart that they should give it a whirl.

As they were just about to go through the door, the café manager stopped them.  “Are you looking for this,” as he held out the bracelet, “one of our staff found it.”

As Jane took the bracelet, Fred knew this had been a close call, as he had almost failed her cloze test in their conversation.

(The Whorl Around Her Heart, is fiction, © Steven S. Walsky, November 2017.)


her heart remembers (Poem)

The market was crowded
people from far and near
some are old
some young in years

She stood next to the flowers
thinking about desire
her heart remembers
her heart once on fire

How strange she thought
how time drifts away
memories once solid
now lost to the day

She wonders about him
the man she once loved
contemplating life anew
as a dove coos from above
(her heart remembers, © Steven S. Walsky November 2017.)

Every Joule Imaginable (Homophone Flash Fiction)

She thought it was sweet of him to select a perfect suite; she thought ‘could it get any better’. Then, while she was seated on the pouffe, he said “poof” and gave her the gift. Even without a loupe, she knew the gold loop was exquisite. This was no decorative frieze that would freeze a romantic moment. The brooch was so pretty, she decided to broach the subject of love forever. The look in her eyes was enough to let her scientist lover know the jewel now on her wriest had instilled more energy than every joule imaginable. He silently thanked his parents for passing along the genes that gave him the insight for the gift he had secretly carried in the pocket of his jeans.

Later, when they returned from a candle lit dinner, she was delighted to see that the maid had made the living room so relaxing. The events of the evening had added to a draining work week, and they were weak. It seemed as if the world had whirled by.  Now they could rest as one, and not wrest away the mood. Thus, over their teas, she teased him, and he her. “Life will be complete,” he told her, “if you will walk down the aisle with me on a beautiful isle.” A month later they tied the knot as the tide splashed against the sand.

(Every Joule Imaginable, is a work of fiction, © Steven S. Walsky, October 2017.)