| Romance Flash Fiction posted December 10, 2024 |
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an unexpected encounter
Foxy
by RodG
“Petey, do you see those tracks in the snow?” Mom asked.
“Yeah. Looks like she’s back,” I said. “I’ll take a look.”
The previous winter a fox had burrowed under our shed and emerged in the Spring with three kits. I donned coat and boots and followed the tracks through drifts of snow. Indeed, they led to the shed.
“Home sweet home,” I muttered.
“That’s for sure,” said a female voice on the other side of the stockade fence just beyond the shed.
I strode over to the five-foot fence and peered over.
“Hi, Petey. Remember me?”
I stared into a pretty face I didn’t recognize.
“Uh . . . no.”
“I’m Danielle Dumez. Your long-time neighbor though it’s been ages since I’ve seen you. We went to Billinghurst Middle School together but different high schools.”
“But the same bus stop.”
“Yes. I’m at University of the Pacific now. Just home for Christmas. You go to UNR?”
I nodded.
She backed up a step or two and smiled. Blonde curls streamed to her shoulders and her brown eyes were huge. I was entranced.
“When do you go back?” I asked.
“January third.”
“Do you have New Year’s Eve plans?”
“Oh, Petey, you’re not the shy guy at the bus stop I remember.”
“We’ve both changed. You’re even prettier.”
“I am free. What do you have in mind?”
“A movie and then maybe a stage show at one of the casinos.”
She stared at me a moment, her hands behind her back. “Do you think we’ll get carded? I’m not 21.”
I grinned. “Let’s find out.”
We spoke awhile longer until a stiff wind kicked snow in our faces.
“Bye, Petey. See you soon.”
“Bye, Foxy Lady. Can’t wait to see the New Year in with you.”
And what an evening it was!
Footprints in the Snow writing prompt entry
“Petey, do you see those tracks in the snow?” Mom asked.
“Yeah. Looks like she’s back,” I said. “I’ll take a look.”
The previous winter a fox had burrowed under our shed and emerged in the Spring with three kits. I donned coat and boots and followed the tracks through drifts of snow. Indeed, they led to the shed.
“Home sweet home,” I muttered.
“That’s for sure,” said a female voice on the other side of the stockade fence just beyond the shed.
I strode over to the five-foot fence and peered over.
“Hi, Petey. Remember me?”
I stared into a pretty face I didn’t recognize.
“Uh . . . no.”
“I’m Danielle Dumez. Your long-time neighbor though it’s been ages since I’ve seen you. We went to Billinghurst Middle School together but different high schools.”
“But the same bus stop.”
“Yes. I’m at University of the Pacific now. Just home for Christmas. You go to UNR?”
I nodded.
She backed up a step or two and smiled. Blonde curls streamed to her shoulders and her brown eyes were huge. I was entranced.
“When do you go back?” I asked.
“January third.”
“Do you have New Year’s Eve plans?”
“Oh, Petey, you’re not the shy guy at the bus stop I remember.”
“We’ve both changed. You’re even prettier.”
“I am free. What do you have in mind?”
“A movie and then maybe a stage show at one of the casinos.”
She stared at me a moment, her hands behind her back. “Do you think we’ll get carded? I’m not 21.”
I grinned. “Let’s find out.”
We spoke awhile longer until a stiff wind kicked snow in our faces.
“Bye, Petey. See you soon.”
“Bye, Foxy Lady. Can’t wait to see the New Year in with you.”
And what an evening it was!
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Writing Prompt Create a flash fiction story with 'Footprints in the Snow' as its theme. *Any fictional genre. No poetry *100-300 words |
UNR is the University of Nevada Reno.
FOXY, American slang, means someone is physically attractive or sexy, essentially describing a person as looking good or alluring; it's often used to refer to a woman who is considered
very attractive.
This is a PBJ story set in Reno, Nevada in the early 1960s. Peter appears in many of the stories & poems posted on this site.
WORD COUNT: 298 Apple Pages
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