Thank you, Roger for the Photo–prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. I can imagine people from busy offices having a lunch break sitting on the benches by the river to enjoy some sun and fresh air.
Our host Rochelle encourages us to write a 100-word flash fiction to illuminate what is behind the pictures. More story contributions are found HERE.
Besotted Love—Awkward
During lunch breaks, she would come and sit by me on the bench.
She said I was lovely and shared her fruit salad.
It was her first job in the city, and over enthusiastic around the office with her boyish, charming smile for everyone.
She said my hair danced in the wind and she gave me strawberries with cream.
I stopped her touching my knee, after she said I like your firm racing-horse legs.
She brought me a rose and said I love you.
No! I have a husband and three children.
We don’t have to tell them; she said.
James McEwan 
Oh, dear. You never can tell these days. Time for a new bench.
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Her lust seems to be getting to dangerous levels. I feel longer story in this one, good work, James!
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That was a different kind of office romance! I loved the reference to ‘race horse legs’. I hope no-one ever uses it to me, male or female.
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She has a point. I wonder what happened next
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Brazen hussy, and a fine piece of story telling
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I can’t imagine her giving up! Nice one, James.
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Dear James,
That was one wicked plot twist. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Her idea of faithfulness leaves a lot to be desired.
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What a delightful twist at the end. Perhaps “her boyish, charming smile for everyone” was a foretelling.
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Her overenthusiasm has crossed many a boundary! Well done, James!
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Well, well, James. You must introduce me to your new friend. (Excellent plot!)
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There’s no such thing as free fruit salad. Perhaps she should appeal to the husband. He may not mind.
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I first wrote this with a young male but changed it to a young woman. In which case the husband would have a different view. Also you might have considered the character as a creep, does this mean women can not be creepy?
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It’s all about perspective.
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“There’s no such thing as free fruit salad.” cracked me right up.
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You’ve captured something really awkward that sadly happens frequently. The ending is a little scary. It seems the pursuer just won’t take no for an answer.
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The folly of unreciprocated love.
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Oh yuck! The wench!
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She’s very determined this one, great take on the classic office romance 🙂
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Thank you.
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what a lucky guy! 🙂
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Oh dear… did they not sense this was where she was heading? I sense someone’s heart will break painfully.
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Trouble ahead!
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Oh dear, sounds llike a tiger waiting to pounce on any nfortunate prey.
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If she can’t take a hint by his/her (still not sure if the recipient/target/possible victim is male or female) reaction to the touching, she isn’t going to accept any hint. The recipient is in possible danger and best to act from that belief. They can expect this will turn into stalking if it hasn’t already!
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Some people will stop at nothing. I’m taking it there’ll no more friendly lunch breaks …
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