Pauline somewhere else.

flash fiction #1

“ I want to be a beautiful idea in someone's head,” Pauline once wrote to me, “and not to be captured or made concrete.” This message was written in the back of a paper napkin from McDonalds. It had been a week since I told her that maybe I thought I sort of possibly liked her, and her response had been to fly off somewhere else , which was not entirely unexpected, well at least for her. Over the next months she sent me postcards from all over the world. I would read and reread them and everytime one arrived, that same night I would dream of her. I saw her with her face criss-crossed by multiple-colored lights in some English pub. I saw her chasing toy cars with little boys and sewing doll dresses with pretty girls somewhere in a backyard of a peaceful suburb. I saw her standing on the shore, watching mirror-gleam sunlight aross the lapping waters. I saw her in the dark of the night in some lonely attic with a flicker of dripping candlelight, enjoying the solitude with a good read. I saw her in the thick of an enraged crowd protesting tyranny in a country of blood and smoke. I saw her standing in a field of endless green. I dream and I hope that she never comes back to me.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ninelilies]

Wonderful title. The piece makes for a great introduction to a novel, while you go through specific incidents throughout the work. But the end...talk about foreshadowing!!! I'm interested to read more and understand why the narrator does not want her to come back. Please write more on this one. I really see you taking it somewhere. Also, in the sentence "I saw her standing omn the shore...", you might want to correct that one typo. Other than that, go for it. I think it will be a great novel, and besides there's been a market in the last few years for chick lit--S