I changed my blog too, hehe.
This is a flash fiction piece for Romantic Friday Writers. You can read the other submissions by going here. You can also sign up to write your own romantic post. I encourage you to do so, it will improve your writing.
I Need A Change!
Yeah, you've heard that one before. It's true though, I need a change. After 30 years of a love deprived marriage which I remained in to raise my kids, I really need to do something for me.
Problem is, I'm clueless. I've spent so much time helping everyone else, even strangers whom I happened upon and needed help. I bet you think I'm in one of those selfless careers now. No, I'm not a teacher, nurse or fire person. Unless you count all the kitchen fires I've started with grease and put out with baking soda. I've never burned down the house.
I took a class and learned how to blow my own horn. No, no, just kidding. I learned how to play the Native American Flute. It's made out of wood and sounds exotic. I bet you thought I took a trip.
Little did I know I'd meet a fabulous guy. Don't think cliche here, he is a regular guy, nothing fancy, a bit older like me and so kind I thought I'd dreamed to whole thing. Yeah, I know, you want a description. Let's just say, he doesn't ware boxers.
Did I expect to meet Mr. Right? Never, I was so used to Mr. Wrong who flew off somewhere last year.
I'm still trying to grasp my freedom from the old man who slept in my bed every night. I'm not sure I want to invite another guy in on a permanent basis. So I'm taking a cooking class with him. I've been cooking all my life, but it might be nice to share ideas with a man who enjoys Food Network.
Ah, he's at the door. Excuse me a moment.
"Richard." His gray hair was nearly white and a little long. He smelled of Old Spice. I know there are new scents around, but I dig the old ones.
"Beverly," he said my name as if the depths of the ocean enhanced his larynx.
What do you call a guy with a name like Richard when you're mad? Not Dick...
He kissed me. Every cliche in the book happened to me in that moment. I forgot about calling him Dick. I forgot the cooking class, I forgot my complaints. I held him and kissed back.
Does love really happen twice?
Word Count: 398
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