It took him a few minutes to decide what to wear to the bakery.
He went with a clean cut look in the end: something Ralph Lauren with a collar.
Then he was on the sidewalk and doing his best to casually open the bakery door.
She was behind the counter, smiling at him.
“Nice day, huh?”
“Wha-yeah, beautiful,” he said.
He didn’t see the note until he got home; it was stuffed under the sourdough.
“Man does not live by bread alone,” she had written. Below it, a phone number.
The photo prompt reminded me of living completely on my own for the first time. It was over the summer in Seattle, and I was 19. I didn’t have any flings with a baker, but I do recall how even going to the grocery store was novel. And in general, life was filled with the sort of giddy promise that is the sole purview of the teenagers and the young twentysomethings. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below.
Image is copyright Kelvin M. Knight.