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!

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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!

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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

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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 →