We’ve got our first entry to the Noteworthy Literature flash fiction challenge. It’s a funny little story sent in from Yasmine Ara. I hope you all enjoy. Feel free to comment, like and share. Oh, and submit your own Flash Fiction stories and we’ll post them right here on Noteworthy Literature. Enjoy!

Rocket Scientist – by Yasmine Ara

There’s a poor fella who fell in love with a dark horse. Well, actually I’m a rocket scientist, but that’s not important to the story. This poor guy thought it would be a piece of cake to win me over. He must have been dreaming. I noticed him out of the corner of my eye when I would buy a cup of tea at the local shop, but I never gave him the time of day. So he approached my little sister first. That was his first mistake. She’s a total couch potato and thinks all boys are a pain in the neck. She’s overprotective of me, and if she keeps it up I’ll miss the boat every time. She comforts me by saying, “When the right time comes, Mr. Right will definitely come along.” She would always end with, “Take it or leave it.” As if I had a choice. What if he didn’t come along? “Nevermind,” she would say. “He will come along, but I won’t let it happen just like that.” That’s usually when I remind her that she’s the younger sister, and that guy was kind of cute.

When that poor romantic fellow approached her, thank God my little sister didn’t spill the beans because she thought he seemed like that two-timing sort of man, who lies with a straight face. She knows I hate that with all my heart. Yet, I’m not getting any younger so he was still a safe bet though.

Then, he tried to make friends with my elder sister. She always had a thing for tall men even though her husband is quite short. In her imagination, she probably envisions her husband is tall and dashing, but she’s the only one who sees him that way. He’s only five foot and a couple of inches tall and that’s in his best pair of shoes. Mind you, they are head-over-heels in love with each other. One day I hope to have the same.

She’s a critical sort of girl and this poor fellow didn’t get very far with impressing her either. So, his second plan didn’t do the trick, even though he is taller than her husband. Yet, he didn’t give up right there and then. His next advance was to befriend my brother. I didn’t understand that move because my brother is drop-dead gorgeous, at least most girls think so, and this new stranger was nowhere near his league. I didn’t see what he possibly had to gain by comparison. My brother was a handsome fellow, but quite stingy with the ladies. He claimed that girls weren’t all sugar and spice and fresh air all the time. Besides, my brother hated when girls treated him like someone larger than life. That’s what he said, but I never believed him though. His weakness was feeling guilty at the prospect of rejecting anyone’s genuine offer. I guess that’s why he accepted this total stranger’s offer for brunch at a five star hotel. He even went so far as to invite two of my brother’s friends. They were both men about town and didn’t feel any qualms about the brunch being on the poor fellow’s dime.

Well, I had to admit that he was rising in favour with me. After all, that was a nice gesture, but my sisters were still on the fence. On the very day of the brunch, my brother and his friends ordered the most expensive foods on the menu. They never had foie gras or caviar, but felt like this was a once in a blue moon occasion. They didn’t like duck liver and fish eggs that much, but it was a remarkable acknowledgment though. Ironically, the poor fellow’s credit card didn’t go through and my greedy brother was stuck with the bill. His credit was always in the black, for God’s sake.

Needless to say, this would-be suitor was upset. Alright, poor fellow, please don’t try to take it out on anyone else. It was you who spent all your precious time for nothing, and don’t try to comfort yourself by saying, “I don’t know what got into me.” That’s a poor excuse. I could have taken you for granted and led you on forever, but I know you’re not a rich guy. They say money makes the world go round, but I’m not that type of girl. The truth is I could never have a soft spot in my heart for you, so thank you kindly, and oh yeah, don’t hold your breath. I’m a dark horse. Well, actually, I’m a rocket scientist, but that’s not important to the story.





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