PRIX FIXE • by Michael Tracy
The waiter asked us if we had been to Du Temps Perdu before. It wasn’t really a question. I think it was obvious we were from out of town. We must have looked like we had wandered in from a… Continue Reading
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HOW WE MET: • by Kali Thurber
In a virtual space designed to feel like a pickup bar, but I wish we’d seen each other across the ravaged land of the apocalypse. Rubble of the old life slowly decaying under warm light of the indifferent morning sun,… Continue Reading
RABBIT TEETH • Emma Johnson Tarp
My date is burly and gruff, a lumberjack squeezed into a French blue polo and wing-tips. He fumbles through the menu with giant hands. A white scar cuts from his left nostril down to his upper lip. He notices me… Continue Reading
NO COMPROMISE • by Mel Fawcett
They hadn’t even ordered any food yet and Kate was already wishing she had stayed at home. Her date, older than his photograph, was lecturing her on a film that she “ought to see”. Is this what she had bought… Continue Reading
A TASTE OF THINGS TO COME • by David Lowis
Camila was used to men trying to impress her on first dates so she wasn’t surprised when Ryan suggested they go to the most expensive Italian restaurant in town. They agreed to meet outside Graccina’s at 7 p.m. Even from… Continue Reading
WRONG: A LOVE STORY • by Brian Theobald
A boy and a girl. You know where this is going, right? Well, first, the boy. In truth, he is not a boy at all but a man who has just entered his fortieth year, that sudden precipice of middle… Continue Reading
THE DROPLIFTER • by Christopher Owen
Rose was a droplifter. I must admit until I met her, I’d never heard the term. She introduced me to it when we were on our first date at Starbucks. We’d met on a dating site, and after we’d had… Continue Reading
THE DRESS • by Jennifer Brophy
Getting Dressed Across town, there is a woman trying to decide what to wear on a first date. All of her clothes are scattered around the room. She holds two dresses up to herself in front of the mirror. She… Continue Reading
SCHEVENINGEN BEACH • by Maureen Buchanan Jones
She always thought of brown sugar when her feet sank just an inch or so into warm, slightly damp sand. This sand, this beach was no different. He had asked her to go for a walk and her parents had… Continue Reading
A SOLID FIVE • by Brendon Arnold
I stop myself before reaching the door. What the hell am I doing? I’ve never done anything like this before. This is stupid. Reluctantly, I pull open the door to enter the restaurant. What if she doesn’t like me? What… Continue Reading