Clarice
She said her name was Clarice. We had arranged to meet in a café. In the end, she was thirty minutes late when she finally turned up. I don’t know why I waited for so long. I had already decided that she wasn’t coming.
Her skin was pale and her hair was long and dark. She had green eyes that seemed to shine in the dull light. I was feeling annoyed when she arrived and sat down before me. Her incandescent smile alone was enough for me to forgive her. So I stayed, and slowly we fell in love.
Joanne Fisher
This was written with the prompt Clarice provided by the Carrot Ranch March 5 Flash Fiction Challenge.
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This is beautiful!!
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Thanks 🙂
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My pleasure 👍🏻
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I’m pleased that it was *slowly* the couple fell in love. Insta-love is so unrealistic.
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A great piece, Joanne.
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Thanks 🙂
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And, her work with Hannibal Lecter was above reproach…
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Great control of emotions from annoyance to love. Clarice glows like a light.
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“incandescent smile” – very good phrase.
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Thanks 🙂
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