Flash-Fiction Flashback
This week's treat to help you remember I exist (and that I'm a writer) is a flashback post with a bit of sweet romance I enjoyed re-reading. I hope you do, too. Under the Oak. A story in 10 very short chapters. I The car coasted to a stop under a big oak that shadowed the pull-out. The lights went out. It was invisible from the road, even if there had been any traffic to see it. At ten on a Tuesday night, no one would drive down that road. "Is this the place?" "Close as I can tell. I wasn't paying as much attention as I might have, last time." The passenger peered through the window into the darkness outside. "I can't make it out. I just can't tell." "You'll see," said the driver. "It'll come back to you." He turned the key, and the motor died. The sounds and scents of a summer night came in through the open windows in the sudden quiet. The other time had been autumn. II It was 1959. In...