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Jeanne stopped because the street art painted face on the wall outside of the bar captured her attention. Terrence caught her attention right after.
He was in a button-down white shirt and jeans. She had never really seen him look so casual. He typed on an iPad, and there was a glass of wine beside him. He mirrored what she often looked like when she was writing at home or on the road—in a cafe or bar.
When their eyes met, he shrugged. His shrug was inviting, and she walked in. Terrence stood up, and hugged her. His hug was warm, and a little desperate.
She had not seen him since Eliza broke up with him, when she decided that she wanted to be alone and she did not want to be with anyone. He had just faded away… But seeing him here resurrected her feeling of unity with him when they met in the cafe near Eliza’s apartment, after her accident and used to visit her.
“How are you?” she asked softly.
“Jobless and loveless, but otherwise good.” They shared equally bittersweet smiles, as Terrence studied her. “How are you? How is Eliza?”
“Fine, and good,” she shrugged. “It’s nice to see you.”
“You too.”
It was awkward.They had shared some random texts, but the friendship that had been developing between them got murky when Eliza broke up with him.
Terrence turned to the waiter and pointed at his wine, and then pointed at Jeanne.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, when the wine was placed in front of her.
“What are you working on now? What are you writing?”
Jeanne ran an imagined errant hair off of her face.
“A few stories. I cover a lot of art and that season is starting up, and a lot of cultural stuff.
Art and culture were her savior and grace always. Conversation started to flow between them after that—and a few glasses of the house wine.
“How long do I have you for?” Terrence asked, looking at his watch.
“I was just wandering. I am going to write later.”
“That’s pretty,” Terrence said, caressing her chain and Jeanne looked down. His finger felt molten on her skin, and she watched him caress the word “fleur” on her neck. It was a gift from Mal.
“It was a gift.”
“You are like a flower. Soft, tender…very delicate.”
Jeanne’s face flushed as she continued to look down.
“Are you hungry?”
Jeanne looked up at him, his eyes always matched hers.
She nodded.
When they got up, she swerved a bit, from the wine. Terrence held her waist, and steadied her. She put her hands over his, as she steadied herself from warmth of the wine.
But she was not so steady from the warmth of Terrence which she was starting to love….

This is my newest Fleur Friday, which became (Flash and) Fleur Friday since I am writing it for my Friday Flash meme—you can read those stories here.
Since Eliza and Jeanne are sisters, you can read about Eliza here. Jeanne is close friends with Sabrina, who you can read about here.

photo by fdotleonora

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It was an odd collaboration, but the flowing sculpture looked amazing transplanted in the cafe. All of them kept staring at it: Jeanne, Eliza and Ingrid.
It was the first time since Rafe proposed to Ingrid, that they were not all staring at the diamond on Ingrid’s finger. Even Karys and Sabrina was obsessed with the ring, and they had not even seen it in person. But even brighter than the ring, was Ingrid.
Ingrid who Jeanne had spotted with Rafe at Eliza’s apartment making love during a storm. Ingrid decided to come clean to Eliza about her relationship with Rafe, when Eliza was stronger after her accident.
Eliza was on the road to recovery now, looking at her you would never have guessed that she was in a car accident. She did not walk with the limp that she had been walking with, and she was a lot less bandaged. She had been gracious, as Ingrid told her about her love affair, and that Rafe had proposed to her.
Ingrid glowed like some sort of radiation, she was so completely in love with Rafe. Eliza sat beside Ingrid, and caressed the lemon on the edge of her water glass. Jeanne looked at Eliza, wondering if she was as okay with the situation she had been presented.
A few weeks ago, Eliza was in an accident and now her fiance who she had been broken up with for less than a year was getting married to the nurse who had taken care of her.
But Ingrid was lovely, and neither of them could being themselves to really dislike her. She was pretty, and in love with Rafe.
“It does not feel weird to me that you and Rafe are getting married,” Eliza mused, staring at the sculpture installation. “It does mot feel weird to me because I feel so different about everything than I did a few months ago.
Everyone makes mistakes in love, Jeanne mused silently. She had made her own share, and Eliza had made hers. Ingrid had surely made hers as well. Hopefully you ended up somewhere where you were so blinded by the future, the past was a lost shadow.
Eliza was in a place where she did not seem to care about love. Her engagement had wrangled love out of her.
Ingrid lived off of it.
Jeanne craved it, she wanted it but she was not sure she believed in it or if it would it sustain her.
The three of them suddenly looked at each other.
“Cheers!” Ingrid said gleefully, alive and not anything like the beautiful flowing sculpture beside her.
She was alive.

This is (Flash and) Fleur Friday! More Flash Friday here. I created quite a challenge for myself. Fleur Friday always follows the Wicked Wednesday prompt that I used this week—and—the prompt I use for Flash Friday!

Monday is Masturbation Monday—see you then?

sculpture via Dr. J

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