Weekend Writing Prompt: First Date, Last Day

Happy weekend—here’s to hoping yours is full of written words and charming fall weather. And, perhaps, a story spawning from the following prompt …

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First Date, Last Day

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Write a story about a couple on their first date—on the last day of something. (The last day of the year? The last day of a marriage? The last day of the world?)


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    #

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  3. Dare Gaither

    Tonight would be the grand finale.
    Best in Show at Westminster is about as grand as it gets in the dog world.
    Dogs from near and far thronged the city for these few days of hope and glory.
    The air was electric with anticipation as Karl
    walked down the street to the appointed place.

    They had met at the breed judging yesterday.
    Their shared passion for dogs ignited an unquenchable flame of desire.
    Their first date was to be a foursome…
    the two of them with their dogs at an outdoor cafe.

    Sophie waited at the small round table.
    The gentle breeze fluttering the edge of the table cloth
    made the embroidered dogs seem to jump and play.
    Her heart raced as she watched the crowds pass by.
    She jumped up at the approach of a familiar presence.

    Karl recognized them in a heartbeat.
    There was no mistaking that scent.
    He had smelled it last night after the show.
    This was the same person his human been with yesterday.
    Karl was not happy.

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    She did not share her human with anyone.
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    Sophie sneezed in acknowledgment.
    They understood each other.
    They had worked together to resolve the problem.

    The light changed and Sophie lead the way home.
    Managing your human is a constant battle,
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  4. Nathan Honore

    “Beautiful night,” I said.
    She gazed past me to the street lamps that illuminated the park. Parks at night have always enticed me, so I took Melinda to Lincoln Park for our first date. Melinda looked happy enough, not distraught by any means, but content. Her ear length black hair had those weird little spikes and swoops that are usually reserved for women over forty. She made it look good. The moon reflected off her glasses as I stared into her eyes, despite her not looking into mine.
    Melinda finally turned to me, clearly searching for the right words. Her thumb came to her mouth. She had a terrible habit of chewing her stumpy digit when something wasn’t right. I braced myself.
    “Why did you wait till the day before I go home to ask me out?”
    Her tone wasn’t angry, but felt exhausted. I could tell she was annoyed, but still glad to be with me. I didn’t have an answer for her. Melinda was British and had apparently worn out her welcome in the good ‘ole U.S. of A. We had been friends for months while I built up the courage to ask her out, beautifully seductive accent and all. It was probably one of those things where you sabotage your own happiness.
    “I’m sorry. My timing is terrible. But I’m happy you’re here.”
    “I am too, but why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Her accent was so charming.
    “Fear, I suppose. Fear of rejection from a gorgeous woman.”
    That made her pale cheeks blush a bright red, like a mime. Melinda took my hand gently. She held it close to her heart. I briefly thought about the proximity to her boob, but then felt her heart beat.
    “Jonathan,” she started, “You’ve always been wonderfully kind to me. And you’re far better looking than you think. We could have been great together.”
    The words “could have” told me what she really meant. I was too late and this would be as close as we would ever be. My chance was blown. The water in my eyes begged for release, but I said no. I wanted to get down on my knees and beg her to stay, but that would be useless. The only way was for her to be married to a citizen and I was too much of a coward for that kind of gesture.
    “Let’s just finish this evening. No more talk of what tomorrow brings. We’ll pretend we’re a perfect couple, finishing a perfect date,” Melinda said with a tearful smile. I loved her smile. I loved her.
    From there we walked hand in hand to my apartment. She undressed and put my boxers and a dress shirt on. I told myself to kiss her, but for some reason I just watched. We pretended we were a real couple. We were beyond sex. So we cuddled close to each other till the morning. Melinda went home and I let her go. I was a coward.

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