Welcome to my Random Friday Prompt! This week, let’s use the above public domain pics for inspiration. Poems, flash fiction, personal essays… all are welcome, and there is no time limit. My contribution is below and I look forward to reading your work.
This morning I received another note. Unlike the previous missives that had contained schmaltzy poetry and vague declarations of undying admiration, this one was escalated to a meeting suggestion. I felt a tingling curiosity, even though I knew it could be a trap. What were the odds that a random stranger was really in love with me, and, more importantly, that I would find them the least bit attractive? I would have better odds searching the skies for a unicorn in flight, right?
But as the hours slogged on, I found myself distracted from work and actually considering meeting my “secret admirer” at the local bar, as they had asked. I mean, it would be crowded in there, so nothing bad would happen. We’d simply meet, discover we had no chemistry, and say bye forever. So why bother then? I returned my attention to my crypto-coding assignment, trying to focus on the task at hand. But when 4pm rolled around, I said the heck with it, showered, and found something appropriate to wear to happy hour.
As per my usual caution, I circled the block before parking at the bar to ensure none of the silver vans were nearby. My supervisor had assured me that my work was completely anonymous, this time, but after that fiasco in Zurich, I had decided to take responsibility for my own safety. Even if this “secret admirer” thing turned out to be a setup, I was prepared. Overly prepared, some might say, but I would not say that. In any case, I was now pretty sure the note-writer was my downstairs neighbor, who came and went at odd times, but was a perfectly harmless artist. It would be interesting to meet, especially since they knew exactly what I looked like, but I’d only caught a glimpse of them once, their arms full of canvases.
I smiled and walked inside.
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