Flash Fiction

“Well, have you decided?” he asked her.

“No, not yet,” she said.

“What’s holding you back?” he asked.

“Um, I’m not really sure. I just don’t feel ready yet,” she said.

“What would help you feel ready?” he pressed.

“Good question!” she popped back.

“No, really. Think about that. What would change that to feeling ready?”

“I’ll give it some thought. Call me back in three days,” she begged.

“Okay, I’ll do that. Never forget that I love you,” he said and hung up.

          Three days later he called her back.

“Hello, Beautiful. Do you know now what would help you feel ready?” he asked.

“Well, I did think about that. I think this is about some kind of fear. But, I not really sure exactly what I’d be afraid of–not really.”

“So…is this just an indefinite way to avoid deciding forever?” he asked, anxiously.

“Maybe…but I hope not!” she said, and he could hear a smile in her voice.

“Well, good. I guess this is progress, huh?” he said, relieved.

“Yeah, I guess. Sorry, i’m confusing!” she said.

“It seems like you are getting a bit clearer, actually,” he said.

“Oh, good! I guess you’re right. Thanks for the vote of confidence. I think I needed that.”

“Well, let me know what you decide when you decide–which may actually be less scary now, huh?”

“Well, yeah–quite a bit less, actually.”

“Great!”

          Two days later he called her back.

“So, how’s your decision-making coming along now?’

“Uh, it’s coming along, I think. In process, you might say

“Okay….that sounds hopeful.”

“Yes.”

          One day later he called her back.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hello,” she said.

Then, for longer than seemed normal, nobody said anything.

“I think I’ve decided,” she said.

“Really?” he said, genuinely surprised.

“Yes,” she said.

“Soooo…” he said, slowly.

“Call me back later today,” she said, and hung up.

          He called back later that day.

“Hello, there,” he said, hoping to sound nonchalant, not to put any pressure on her.

“Hi. Yes, I have decided,” she said, but there was no emotion in her voice, good or bad.

“You have?” he said, holding his breath.

“Yes. I’ve decided to accept. I love you!”

“Yippee!” he said, and promptly fainted.

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