Flash Fiction: The Etcetera

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by LJ Frank


“Odds and ends.” She remarked.

“Trappings? Like a single flower and a cup of coffee or hot chocolate?” I asked.

“I suppose you could say that. Under the veil of a sundry of expectations.”

“Assorted things that were anticipated but never realized, only hints at being revealed…what is negotiable within any given hour or minute?”

“What else?”

“Did you have a reception prepared…all things considered?”


“After the…well you know.”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“I thought…?”

“No. Broke it off five months ago.”

“Oh…then what was…?”

“You mean…?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Well, you know how things go in any relationship on any level even in the most intimate atmosphere and supportive of circumstances…there’s family, fair weather friendships, business colleagues…politics seems to weave itself in and out where there was no initial salacious intent nor was there any meant or planned.”

“Does it come down to the art and science of screwing or being screwed? Or is that relevant considering the effect of an experience made up of only appetizers?”

 “You think you know what’s happening and what your place is in the mix of things, but something happens…categories, classifications and things that turn up out of nowhere, like a silk designer thong with a label that reads To Who It May Concern…found in the refrigerator in the midst of a social gathering at a former lover’s house.”

“Well, it has been hot outside…”

“And in…”

“Breathing…between the lines…”


“The etcetera.