Flash Fiction #116 – Saving the Date

We listen to the burbling brook, walking in silence.

This date is floundering.

My fault. Should have worn my glasses. But no, I just had to impress. Spent this whole date stumbling. She tried to guide me; I smacked her hand away. Oops.

Nothing’ll save this date.

Then it happens.

She’s pointing to the brook.

A cat floats by.

I valiantly jump in.

My date cries out.

“Don’t worry,” I say.

It’s biting me, but I smile as I drag it out of the water.

It scurries away, not like a cat. What the Hell did I just save?

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