Breaking Free

Artist Enoch Bolles; pinterest.com

Romantic Flash Fiction:

After running almost a mile into the deep forest, I finally found Honeydew lounging against the half-supine trunk of a tree. I stopped to catch my breath and loosen my tie and collar that had been suffocating me all afternoon. Sweat was pouring from my brow as I removed my suit jacket and hung it on a nearby branch.

Then I took in the scene – Honeydew in rare form – the woman I had met less than an hour ago on the lawn of one of the richest homes in the county. The formal Victorian dress that I’d last seen her in had been haphazardly tossed into a bush nearby along with her corset and other items of intimates. She casually lay back on the tree trunk with only one article of clothing wrapped around her body. Apparently, she’d found my white scarf. I watched her, entranced in her spell of beauty. The melting softness of her smooth skin drew me further in as I revered her seductive and delicate features.

Under her broad-rimmed straw sun hat, she joggled her thick, dark hair that hung in graceful curves over her slender shoulders. As she watched me appraising her, the tender moistness of her ruby red lips curled into the most adorable smile I have ever seen in my life. My heart melted at the sight, and I knew in that moment, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that I loved her.

After I caught my breath, I said, “Honeydew, everyone’s been wondering where you’ve run off to. Some of them were starting to worry.”

“Yet you were the only one who came to find me,” she replied suggestively with a flirtatious squint in her eyes.

I didn’t know what to say to that. What she didn’t know was that I had desperately needed to find her. One dance, one glorious spark that could light a flame, doesn’t disappear without the slightest measure of a broken heart. She had no idea how happy I was to have found her.

“The truth is,” she continued, her voice whimsical and free, “I hated that party, those people, that crowd. It was stifling, suffocating. I had to get out of there or I was going to faint. Or vomit. Whichever came first.”

“I thought they were your friends,” I said.

“My father’s,” she shot poignantly. “Not mine. I have no interest in conceited men and women that flash their wealth and play a role of expectation in society. I’ve never enjoyed being a part of that crowd. Never for a second have I even desired to be in the presence of those who do. Me, I like to live outside the box, to do the unexpected, to shed at my will the things that bind me… so here I am. You found me.”

Everything that she had said was what I had always thought in my heart. Everything she did was what I had wanted to do, too. For years. So why didn’t I? Why haven’t I? In that moment, I suddenly admired her most for her courage. So I thought I’d start right now on my own.

“Honeydew,” I began, “I think… that I am head over heals in love with you.”

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16 thoughts on “Breaking Free

  1. I think I figured out how to comment on your blog.
    I am reading while in the tub unwinding before bed. Truly a sweet piece of art to read and enjoy this is.
    Well done sweet pie

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  2. Very sexy. I like how your characters are disposing of their prim and proper attire as they veer off of the expected and *proper* path!

    Have you been using the paintings as your prompt? Your stories, along with your text definitely feel like are true to a different era.

    Is this what you are intending or are you just a classic gentleman?

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    • Thank you, Katya! 🙂 Yes, I use these paintings as prompts for all my stories, so far anyway, but I have ideas of branching out a little with my imagination. Like Honeydew in this story, I’d rather not be restricted with what I write, but you can see what I enjoy writing about. I do like the classic era, film noir, so my stories are sort of a throwback to that era, characters included. Thanks for commenting, Katya! ❤

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  3. Awww yay!!! There are actually a lot of things going on this snippet! She’s bursting out of tired boxes, he has pursued her and realizes he has longed to throw off his restraint as well….This is actually quite beautiful- I love it! Honeydew and her beau might just change the world- or at least bring an end to high society!

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