Maydays: Flash Fiction – Lost Keys #Maydays


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Thanks to C.L. Kaley of new2writing for today’s #Mayday prompt: a little lost.


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“Where are my keys?” Jeremy muttered. “I can’t find my keys. They were hanging on the key rack and now they’re not there?”

His friend Jake shrugged. “It happens man. I lose my keys all the time.”

Jeremy scowled at Jake, “Why aren’t you helping me search? They’re on a blue key chain with a skull. There’s ten keys on there and many of them from work. We won’t be going to that concert soon if I can’t find my keys because my car key is on that ring.”

Jake appeared bored but dutifully began searching for Jeremy’s keys. After ten minutes he gave up and sitting on Jeremy’s couch, flicked on the TV, turning it to a hockey game in progress.

“What’s the big deal with your keys?” Jake said to Jeremy. Jeremy looked at Jake irately.

“It’s expensive to replace them all and I haven’t got a lot of extra cash laying around right now.”

“No one does, bad times mean no jobs in the oil field.”

“I don’t work in oil Jake. That’s you. I work in an office downtown and I have keys to the whole office. Even the places where most people aren’t allowed to go. I need my keys.” Jeremy shouted.

“We’re going to miss the concert,” Jake said. “We should take a cab and look for your keys later. ” Jeremy rolled his eyes at Jake’s obtuseness.

“I have to lock my condo up Jake. I can’t leave it open.”

Ignoring Jeremy, Jake took out his phone to call a cab despite what Jeremy had said. He started to dial the cab number when he felt something hard and uncomfortable under his left leg. He dug between the couch cushions and found Jeremy’s keys.

“Hey look what I found Jeremy.” Jake said triumphantly.

Jeremy was stunned.”You mean, you were sitting on my keys the whole time you were on the couch?”

Jeremy attacked Jake, playfully punching him in the nose.

“You idiot you had my keys under your leg,” Jeremy said laughing and shaking his head at Jake.


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Sunday Photo Fiction: Fans and Hands 


I was sitting drinking cold tea from Starbucks, when you breezed past me. You were confident, hot, and you had these wonderful long fingered hands.

Some women think hands are a weird turn on but there is in my experience a dash of creativity and independent thinking in a man with long fingers. I like the feel of those hands as a guy holds my smaller hand.  I like it when he tangles his hands in my hair as he kisses me.

But look at me, I am dressed in comfy sweat pants and a long sleeve running shirt. I have my ugly Uggs on. There is little make up on my face.

 I had ran out the door earlier in the morning when my roommate had broken my favourite vase. Although, it was only a cheap touristy vase it had been a gift from my Dad in his travels in China so I treasured it. 

But an unexpected event occurred as I drank my cold tea. As I was eating my last bites of honey Greek yogurt and granola you sat down in front of me. 

” Hi I’m Dustin” you said ” Is it okay if I sit with you?”

“Oh, Um, sure that would be great” I managed to reply. 

” So, you’re  Clair Williams. I have read some of your books, they’re really good.”

” Oh how do you know I write books? Who told you who I am?” I felt defensive suddenly. 

” Just I heard you talking to the Barista guy a few times here about your books. So, I bought and read a couple of your books on my iPad. Your stories are interesting. Thoughtful but at the same time lots happens and they are not too girly.”

” Well thanks” I say ” I’m glad you like them. Not all of them are like that some are for teenagers and some are romance. But thanks for reading the books you did. I can get you signed copies if you like? Anyways, what do you do?”

” Oh, I’m a CA (Chartered Accountant.) I have my own company. It’s precise work but I’m good at it. Say, would like to see a hockey game with me tonight the Winnipeg Jets are playing the Edmonton Oilers. There pretty good seats, behind the benches.”

I shriek and Dustin smiles. He laughs. ” I’ll take that as a yes, Clair .” We exchange phone numbers. He’ll pick me up at 6:30 pm. And I have to remember to bring him signed copies of my latest series of novels. 

I’m ready when he comes I have my favourite Christmas present on, my McDavid Oiler’s Jersey. He is supposed to be playing again tonight after being out injured. I couldn’t help but think this would be a beautiful beginning for Dustin and I. Maybe our luck would help Edmonton win. 

  
Thanks to Alastair Forbes for hosting and for the prompt picture. Happy New Year! 

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