Got another Writing Prompt today from the fabulous Nina Pelletier on G+. So here's the first flash fiction piece of the year based on this prompt:
#1 - 1st person POV
#2 - 400 word count maximum
#3 - Your character has an unusual superpower. Very Very unusual. Have him/her tell us about it.
"Hey," he smiled at me. I loved his smiles.
“Hi,” my voice was tentative.
I hated meeting new people, especially new guys. It was my fault that I was such a loner. One of my girlfriends told me a long time ago that I should get over it. But we’re not friends anymore. Call it self-fulfilling, but I saw Gina and Thomas, my ex, run off together long before they did.
“I’m Jack.” He held out his hand and leaned over the counter.
I tried to act the dumb blonde bit and refused to shake his hand. Instead, I continued with my customer spiel. “Our special today is Midnight Moon Chocolate – it’s really good.”
He eyed me; deep blue, grey steady on mine. He withdrew his hand. For the past month, I was able to gawk at him. He was gorgeous. But I didn’t want to touch him. It would ruin everything.
“Tell you what, Kylie. How about you and I go out on a date. Tonight? This place closes at nine, right?” It wasn’t really a question.
I looked down at my nametag. He made my voice sound like music. “Fine,” I grumbled. It was going to be tonight or never. “Ten.” At least I could go home and get the smell of spoiled milk out of my hair.
We met later at the only theatre in town. We had coffee beforehand, we talked, and we watched the only movie playing at 11pm. I treated him like he was on fire, staying far away from his hands as possible. Touching would ruin everything.
He leaned against his car at the end of the night. “I have to ask, is there going to be another date?”
“Maybe,” I said. Here goes nothing. I planted a kiss right on his lips. It took him by surprise. But what I saw surprised me more. The first time I touch someone, I see the last moment I will ever see them. I feel my heartbreak. That’s how I knew about Thomas and Gina before it happened.
Jack was the first person who wasn’t going to leave me. He cried silently over a hospital bed, my hospital bed, and I felt myself drifting away.
When I pulled back from our first kiss, I had a tear on my cheek.
“That was different,” he said bemused.
“You have no idea.” I wiped the tear away.