Missed Connections - Flash Fiction

Meet me at the park at midnight. If you don’t show, I’ll assume you don’t want to go through with it. - M

AJ didn’t notice the note stuck under his wiper until the rain began on Eldridge Road.

He watched it flutter up over morning traffic and considered stopping but he was late for work already, so he abandoned it and focused on his coffee.

After several long minutes in flight the note landed at the feet of a bus stop patron. She opened it, read it, considered it a moment, then threw it in the trash.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

This sets my mind a-wondering about the many ways in which fate can send down this path or that. Nice, effective writing, my friend.