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WELCOME TO TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS & MASTICADORES!

A man is enamored by a beautiful woman.

He runs into her every day and can’t take his eyes off her.

After thinking and waiting, he finds the courage to approach her.

But is he too late to express his love?

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She’s so beautiful that I want to stare at her every minute of the day. How do I explain such exquisiteness? Her eyes. The windows to her soul. They follow me. When I walk, sit, or just lay there. I wish to drown in their peaceful depths. Her nose, not too sharp or round, divides […]

My Lovely Lady by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores


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10 Comments on “My Lovely Lady by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores – Flash Fiction

  1. I knew it ! I knew it just had to be a statue. But you led me there so cunningly it only dawned towards the end. Well done —

  2. Thought the narrator was going to get bonked on the head with the bat. The actual blow was just as harsh. Nice story 🙂

  3. The loss of love is quite difficult to bear; yet that deep human (or stone 😁) connection does exist always as a possibility within us. Loved this write, Terveen. ☺️

    • Haha. Love is truly blind it seems. And the connection is what it’s all about. Thank you so much, Jeff. Have a great Sunday. 🙂

  4. Haha, that’s a really really surprise ending. So the man falls in love with a stone statue, like Pygmalion the sculptor. Google says it is Pygmalion, but I have no idea if it is correct. And sadly often our love is for an image on a pedestal. Only by accident that the real and the ideal merge well.

    • Love your perspective on this. Definitely real and ideal are two different ends of life’s spectrum. I suppose the search for perfect love can go on and on unless a statue is the end goal. Haha! Thanks so much, Haoyan. 🙂

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