DIALOGUE • by Resha Caner
“What’s your favorite color?” the top-heavy, leather-bound blonde asked him. “I don’t believe I’m doing this,” Gawain mumbled. “Speed dating.” “Answer the question.” “Green,” Gawain stated. The blonde...
View ArticleSPEED TRAP • by Patrick Perkins
Glancing around the crowded, cavernous room, Jeff drained the last of his scotch and soda with one swallow. Waving the nearest waiter over, he ordered another. A double this time. “You only get one...
View ArticleTHE WOMAN AT TABLE TWELVE • by I. Verse
The bell rang out across the noisy room. Frank stood and said a short, awkward, farewell before moving to the next table and his next date. “Hello, Frank. Wow! You’re looking good!” said the brunette...
View ArticleSPEED DATING • by Jamie Anne Richardson
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” was the only protest Peggy was allowed before the 10 by 5 started. “You’ll be fine,” I said. As she walked into the center of the circle with her nametag on...
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THINK OF A NUMBER • by David Klotzkin
“I read minds,” I told the man across from me at the speed-dating table. He cocked his head skeptically. “I do. Literally. Think of a number.” He did and I read him....
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