Udderly Ridicules (pun)

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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.)