A Chocolate Encounter

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A Chocolate Encounter

This micro-fiction piece( short-short story) is dedicated to all exotic-looking women who have been mistaken for prostitutes while simple standing on a corner or waiting at a bus stop and minding their own business.

A Chocolate Encounter

The wind swished leaves, swirled dust into the air and lifted skirts. Hans stared at a pair of long brown legs as he staggered out of the bar opposite the tram stop. His eyes crept upwards, halted at the face that could belong to any exotic place. Its beauty, a fusion races, urged him closer.

Seen her at that stop before, thought Hans. Makes me think of chocolate. Is she’s as sweet as she looks? Face flushed with wine, the bony man stumbled across the street.

“Hello, Miss” He said tentatively. He rocked unsteadily on the sidewalk’s edge.

“Hello!”

“Waiting for someone?”

“Sort of.” Small eyes, full strawberry-painted lips seemed to fill her brown, oval face. Dark hair flowed to her waist.

“How much?”

“How much what?” She glared at him.

“What’s your price?”

“You… mean…. to do you?” Her laughter rode the night wind. Plucking a mobile phone from her purse, she spoke a strange language in a tone bordering on hysterical, then flipped the phone shut and folded her arms. “I’ll give you an unforgettable time.”

They waited at the bus shelter. Hans drew a cigarette out of a pack and lit it, then stared at her stern face and pouty lips, watched her fight the wind to hold her skirt down.

***

He jumped, startled by a car’s honk when it pulled up. The woman rushed to the car, leaned into the window and spoke, hands waving in the air, voice rising and falling like a roller coaster.

“Come,” she said, sweetly. “Get into the back. Meet my girlfriends.”

“God damned. So many chocolate faces.” Hans’ face lit up; every nerve lit up, too.

But then they began to pummel his head, stomach and crotch and slowly the faces melted.

Interesting. Are we so easily pacified?

Micro-fiction is a subset of flash fiction—those super short stories typically told in 1,000 words or less. Definitions vary, but for the most part, micro-fiction is any story told in 300 words or less, and could even be as short as a few words.

I was encouraged by my friend and fellow writer, Irene Kaesermann, to participate in a fifty-word (50) short story contest that was sponsored by The Daily Telegraph in the UK in 1999. To my surprise, my fifty word story, "The Claim" was published in the anthology, MINI SAGAS.

Not only was I published in MINI SAGAS, but my short story was featured alongside other short-shorts written by Salman Rushdie,Doris Lessing, Ralph Fiennes and other internationally respected writers and artists of specific trades. Their pieces were commissioned, of course.