He crashed into my bland existence like the answer to a question I’d never dared ask. A doppelgänger for the leading man in my wildest dreams, he had the chiseled magnificence of a model and the muscled precision of a ballplayer. He issued an invitation without uttering a word, and I rushed to RSVP. Warning lights flashed, golden yellows morphing into crimson reds, echoes of the fire he’d ignited, but instead of slowing down I accelerated. The flames leapt and danced, building to a white-hot intensity—then extinguished without warning, to no one’s surprise except my own.
Lori Cramer’s short prose has appeared in The Cabinet of Heed, Fictive Dream, Flash Fiction Magazine, MoonPark Review, Unbroken Journal, and elsewhere. Her work has been nominated for Best Microfiction. Links to her writing can be found at https://loricramerfiction.wordpress.com. Twitter: @LCramer29.
