My Short Stories; Imagery

Hi
Here is another very short story about two people meeting for the first time.
It is called Imagery.

Dorothy sighed. She hated cleaning this room. She glanced around the art studio to see what Monsieur Dupont’s latest project was.


The large picture window frame and balcony covered in plastic flowers looked cheap and tacky but her mind drowned her senses with romantic images. Knowing that she was unlikely to be disturbed at such an early hour Dorothy climbed up behind the window and was lost in a moonlit scene.

She watched the stranger approach; the gentle evening breeze fluttering his blonde locks. His pale blue eyes smiled into hers. She leaned out of the window to better hear the words of love he was serenading her with.

“What on earth are you playing at? Come down from there at once.”

Dorothy blinked back into reality. The shock of finding herself trapped half in and half out of a window with a tall dark figure storming towards her upset her balance and she plunged into the scenery.

She lay still hoping that the plastic flowers would somehow hide her.

She felt him kneel and tentatively remove fake petals from her crimson cheeks. Their eyes met. The silence stretched into eternity. He helped her stand. His touch gave her goose bumps. His lips parted.

Then he laughed.

With as much decorum as she could muster, Dorothy grabbed her vacuum and left the room, earnestly hoping that Monsieur Dupont’s creative urges never again disturbed him this early in the morning.