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.)

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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.)

The Oreo Cookie Pretentiousness Test

I thought about re-posting this as I was eating an Oreo cookie (okay four).

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Dave: “I also learned people can try to hide their true personalities, but the oddest things give them away. So it was with the Oreo Cookie Pretentiousness Test. I had once made a comment to Donna concerning the pretentiousness of Mandy; one of many such comments. Anyway, one day while Mandy and I were on our way to eat lunch at a trendy café she liked in the older section of the city, Mandy raved about the desserts the place offered. I asked if they had cheesecake, and Mandy replied: ‘Cheesecake has become so…so passé Dave; no one who is anyone orders cheesecake.’ She might as well tell me the moon is no longer in the sky just for lovers.”

“Mandy, how do you eat an Oreo cookie?”

“An Oreo cookie? You mean the ones with the white stuff?”

“That’s the ones; how do you eat them? Do you pull the two sides apart and eat the cream filling first. Or do you just bite into the cookie. Or maybe pop the entire cookie in your mouth all at once?”

“That’s sick!”

“What’s sick?”

“Stuffing the whole cookie in your mouth.”

“OK, so what technique do you use?”

“I don’t eat Oreo cookies.”

“Why not?”

“They’re…so…so childish. Adults do not eat them.”

“So you’re telling me you never sit on your sofa in front of the TV and eat Oreo cookies?”

“No.”

“Would you even consider sitting at your breakfast nook table with me and dunking a few Oreos in milk?”

“Dave, this conversation is pointless. I stopped eating those things when I was a kid and even then, I would never dunk a cookie in milk!”

“This is the basis for the Oreo Cookie Pretentiousness Test. If he, or she, thinks dunking Oreo cookies is childish, or does not have the desire to twist the two sides apart and saver the cream filling like it was gold, be forewarned! As for Mandy, I understood her problem, dunking cookies might endanger her jewelry, and definitely her nails.”

(Through a Stranger’s Eyes is a work of fiction copyrighted by Steven S. Walsky, 2005.)