Flash Fiction #281 – Soulmates

Flash Fiction #281 – Soulmates

At the grocery store, Lilac and Brutus grab the same apple.

Fingers touch.

Warm shivers run up their arms.

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“Do I know you?” asks Brutus, staring into Lilac’s eyes.

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The answer is yes. In 1596 Germany, she had Brutus, then a woman, burned as a witch.

In France in 1793, he, her executioner, returned the favor by chopping off her head.

During the American Civil War in 1862, they both shot each other dead.

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Now in 2024, they hold the apple, staring at each other dreamily. “We must be soulmates,” Lilac answers.