Flash Fiction: Morning Blonde

© Andrea Torrei. Early morning in Downtown Chicago, Illinois.

By CJ Dansdill

A couple doors down from Lou Mitchell’s Diner on West Jackson Boulevard, a smoking line cook named Joey compliments her slow walk. “You fit in here. I can tell you’re an artist. A regular Nighthawk.” She pauses to tie her boot lace on the curb while he talks to her, looks up and smiles at him so that she doesn’t have to say “thank you” out loud, and walks on.  A block past, she stops to look at her hair in the window of a hotel lobby. She bats her blonde bob and gazes knowingly at her reflection. The man on the other side of the glass freezes, posed with a salt shaker in his left hand. Her gaze reaches through her reflection and lands upon the man. She blushes, smiles, turns on her heel, and strolls away.

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