Friday Flash Fiction 2
Filed under Blog • Flash Fiction • Friday Flash Fiction • 13-07-2007 •
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By Gareth L PowellAfter dinner, we bought a bottle of wine and took a taxi back to her flat. The fire escape opened onto a flat section of roof, still warm from the day’s heat.
‘Sit down, make yourself comfortable,’ Nina said.
She smelled of patchouli. She wore a black cocktail dress and had her hair chopped into a platinum Warhol mop. There was a silver pendant around her neck and – when she finally took the dress off – a vertical scar between her breasts.
She saw me looking at it and touched it with her fingers. It made her uncomfortable.
‘I once lost my heart,’ she explained.
I’m glad you brought this back, Gareth – I remember seeing it on your blog a while back, but the post was deleted a few days later.
I’ll be joining in as soon as I sort my site/blog out (assuming I can bear to share my awful scrawlings with the rest of the SF blogosphere).
Thanks Shaun. I look forward to reading whatever you come up with.
The Spanish version of this story that appeared in Efimero #114 reads:
Después de cenar compramos una botella de vino y cogimos un taxi de vuelta a su piso. La salida de incendios conducía a una sección plana de la azotea, todavía caliente por el calor del día.
-Toma asiento, siéntete cómodo -dijo Nina.
Olía a pachuli. Llevaba un vestido negro de fiesta y el pelo cortado en una melena platino a lo Warhol.
Tenía un collar de plata alrededor de su cuello y -cuando finalmente se quitó el vestido- una cicatriz vertical entre sus pechos.
Ella me vio mirar la cicatriz y la tocó con sus dedos. Se sintió incómoda.
-Una vez perdí mi corazón -explicó.