100-Word Story: Scuttled

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He was too earthy, too down and dirty, too north to my south, too swarthy for my Irish freckled white, and yet we melded, until that restaurant, when it came apart. It was his lack of couth, uncertain as he was about forks, or how to speak to waiters, that scuttled us, and so dismayed my family, unfairly to be truthful, given it was the only time they met. Bravado did not help him that night.

It wasn’t just him. I would not kiss an icon of the risen Jesus in his mother’s church; he could not make small talk with my friends. We disagreed on everything concrete: wall color (too vulgar) to cars (not muscle enough for him). I fished resentfully on our vacations; he viscerally hated the ballet.

Now, I only remember the shape of his muscled shoulders the day I saw him first.

Image: Graham @ GrahamIsJustMyName blog

For: 63rd Challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Word count: 148

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21 thoughts on “100-Word Story: Scuttled

  1. Fantastic story! I loved the approach you took to it, a kind of reminiscing, which worked very well with the poetic tone of your story. It was more akin to reading prose poetry than a story, which I loved.

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      1. Have you found Cee’s challenges? I like her photo prompt a lot. She’s also a good source for other prompts as she enters a number of other bloggers’ challenges as well.

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