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 …


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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5 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Prompt: First Date, Last Day

  1. nizhuce

    tampa bay buccaneers

  2. Mark James

    Eliza scrabbled backward until she bumped into the wall. Pain shot through her bruised shoulder. She gritted her teeth, looked up at the man standing over her. “You’re Lucifer,” she said.

    “You’re redundant,” Thompson said.


    “I’m a lawyer for a billion dollar, worldwide bank. I don’t see know any angels with spotless wings taking on a job like that.”

    Eliza, desperate, trapped twenty-nine floors up with a man she’d worked for up until lunch, screamed.

    Thompson cocked his head at her, his face smooth, expressionless. “You get that all out? Feel better?”

    “Who are you?” Eliza said.

    “If you hadn’t run into the door trying to get out,” he said, “I would have told you.” His smile was thin, cold. “But you already figured it out.

    "You smashed me into the door,” Eliza said.

    He stood up straight, his eyes on her. “Why are details so important to mortals?”

    “You’re not my boss,” Eliza said slowly. “You sound like him, look like him. But you’re not. Almost like you’re wearing his skin.”

    Thompson glanced at his watch. “In two hours and thirteen minutes, this company’s stock is going to fall lower than a cup of coffee. When that happens, you’ll – – ”

    “It can’t.” The finance wiz in Eliza spoke up. “The market’s stable, indicators are strong, conditions are holding.”

    He shot her a quizzical look. “And you know that how, exactly?”

    “I ran the reports last night,” Eliza said, “right from the mainframe.”

    He got down on his haunches, so he was eye to eye with her. “The mainframe? The one the bank owns?” His gaze shifted to her shoulder. “I thought you’d be in too much pain to make jokes, Elizabeth.”

    Her shoulder ached, throbbed in time to her pounding heart. “What are you saying?”

    The office lit up with brilliant harvest gold, as if the sun had raced across the sky to set in the west at two in the afternoon. A man in armor came out of the light, his cold blue eyes on Eliza. “He’s saying it’s the end of the world.” He tossed shining metal that landed at her feet with a harsh, somehow final, jingle. “And I’m telling you to get in your car and drive. Get out of the city.”

    Getting to her feet, not taking her eyes off the man who’d come out of nowhere, Eliza said, “And I’m supposed to believe you’re the archangel Michael?”

    “Believe what you want,” he said. “Just get your keys and get out.”

    “For once,” Thompson said, “I agree with my brother.”

    “There’s a zillion people in this city.” Eliza bent down quick, swooped her keys off the carpet. “Why do I have to make it out?”

    The two angels looked at each, then at her. “We don’t know,” Lucifer said.

    Eliza sidled along the wall, toward the door. “So I’m just supposed to pick up, walk away from my life, because two angels say I should?”

    “I told you she’d be harder than Mary.” Michael scrubbed his grimy hands over his face. “I can’t touch her. We’re not in combat.”

    “Your daughter,” Lucifer said, “is quickening in your womb. How many lives are you willing to throw away, Elizabeth?”


    Pulling into traffic, Eliza watched the skies, prayed she and her daughter could outrun Armageddon.

  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.

    Sophie could not contain herself.
    Her high-pitched bark pierced through the
    noise of the traffic. Her human looked down
    in shock. Sophie was usually very well-behaved,
    but this was a crisis situation. She must do all she could
    to avoid disaster.

    Karl felt his hackles rise at Sophie’s shrill yapping.
    A deep bay rumbled forth from his throat.
    He shared her displeasure.
    Sophie switched to a threatening growl and lunged at Karl.
    She was only as big a Karl’s head, so he held back and let the
    little b… uh, witch draw the attention.

    The two humans looked at each other with resignation.
    Each knew the dog was the final judge in all relationships.
    Karl and Sophie obviously did not approve.
    He said he’d call her after the show.
    Clearly, they would not be watching it together back at his place.
    With a shrug and a sigh they parted ways.

    Sophie pranced down the street, exhilarated by her victory.
    She did not share her human with anyone.
    They paused at the corner, so she took a quick look back at Karl.
    He was waiting while his human decided what to do next.
    She caught his eye and he gave a slight wag of his tail.
    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,
    but well worth the effort.

  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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