Flash Fiction: We Know (Part 3 of 3)

This is part three of the tale of a woman and a curious dating app. If you haven’t read the first or second parts, you can find them by clicking on the links.

For everyone else. Let’s continue!

When I got to the actual car, walking away from the staring public, it was twice as ugly as I thought it would be. A pickup is already a shitty car anyway. Power sure, but no class.

The light blinked on, and I heard the sound of my never would have been date walking over. I got into the car and listened to the muffled sound of his shoes against the street. Continue reading


Flash Fiction: We Know (Part 2 of 3)

This is part two of the tale of a woman and a curious dating app. If you haven’t read the first part, you can find it by clicking on this link (CLICK HERE)

For everyone else. Let’s continue!

The dark streets gave way to the inside of the place and the bustle of people talking in a too quiet way that added up to a too loud room. Waitresses, all Asian-looking, but probably American-born, walked from table to table serving food on wood platters. Sake looked good right about then.

The hostess looked at me once, made some internal judgment, and waved to me. I gave her my full attention and glared.

“May I get you a table?”

“I have a reservation for two. It’s under Barry.” Continue reading

Flash Fiction: We Know (Part 1 of 3)

I’m late! I’m late! I’m sorry guys, there was a bit of an issue with my usual editing process and I couldn’t get this out on my usual Saturday.

I hope you forgive me :(.

But, to make up for it, I have a massive treat for you. A story that took many hours to craft and refine, and is so big that it will take three parts to tell it.

It’s the story of a woman and a not so ordinary dating app.

I call it:

We Know

My phone lit up in my hand, and the dating application icon bounced twice.

“We know,” it said.

The words were faint. The sound almost unheard. But I looked at it and scoffed in my head. I doubt they really knew; I’d covered up everything perfectly. Continue reading