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This short fiction is a response to <a href="https://readmedium.com/fiction-short-november-prompts-897c7c9b292d">Fiction Short November Prompts (prompt 16),</a> written by <a href="undefined">Nancy Oglesby</a> at <a href="https://medium.com/fiction-shorts">Fiction Shorts.</a></i></b></p><div id="052c" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/fiction-short-november-prompts-897c7c9b292d"> <div> <div> <h2>Fiction Short November Prompts</h2> <div><h3>Flash fiction is a thing! Here are November’s prompts.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*dXUuLAhvBQlDG93osqhJMQ.png)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

FICTION | 100-WORD SHORT STORY | PROMPT

Three Decades of Longing — Confession To The Stranger

Mistaken identity? Cupid’s arrow misses.

The author created this image of the woman Amor watched with Midjourney. S.I. James owns copyright and provenance, per Midjourney ToS.

Amor stood watching Roxanne dancing with abandon.

Fate had kept them on separate paths since high school graduation.

Looking at her now, thirty years later, he thought, ‘Good Lord, how could she be more beautiful with age?’

The sight of her filled his heart. A spirit of courage pushed him through bodies dancing in the vibrant glow of a gymnasium.

“Roxanne,” he stammered behind her. “I’ve watched you since high school.”

She turned. Amor swallowed hard.

“I never dared to say it, but… I love you.”

Moments, they ticked by.

She finally said, “I’m not Roxanne.”

His eyes widened.

“What?!”

🆂🆄🅱🆂🅲🆁🅸🅱🅴 🆃🅾 🅶🅴🆃 🅼🆈 🆂🆃🅾🆁🅸🅴🆂 🅸🅽 🆈🅾🆄🆁 🅼🅰🅸🅻🅱🅾🆇

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, or events is coincidental. All characters and incidents in this narrative are products of the author’s imagination.

This short fiction is a response to Fiction Short November Prompts (prompt 16), written by Nancy Oglesby at Fiction Shorts.

Fiction Short November Prompts

Flash fiction is a thing! Here are November’s prompts.

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