Friday Flash Fiction 27
Filed under Flash Fiction • Friday Flash Fiction • 01-02-2008 •
No tags for this post.COFFEE HOUSE
By Gareth L Powell“U2 are really starting to annoy me,” she said. They were in a coffee house in Amsterdam’s city centre, just off one of the main squares, finishing a joint at a window table.
‘What?’ he said. He’d misheard her. She was listening to Sunday Bloody Sunday on the jukebox. He thought he’d done something to piss her off.
She gave him a blank look.
‘What?’‘I thought you said…’
They stared into each other’s eyes, confused. Then she started to laugh. It bubbled out of her and she slapped his knee.
‘Idiot!’
The music got louder. It was past midnight and the coffee house was closing. Her hair shone like strands of chrome. Across the street, tattooed Charlie Boys hovered in the pale blue light of a kebab shop door.
Read back through several of your flash fictions today. Consistently sharp and entertaining. Good stuff.
Clive
This is good; fantastic economy of language for such a vivid scene.
You had me at the first sentence, to be honest.