Señorida's TAKE MY HAND: A Romance Flash Fiction

 Take My Hand

As I poured the coffee, the song that was playing ended. I told him, ‘Hope the next one will be something good.’

He took a sip and nodded at me. As I sat down with my coffee and began, the song Can't Help Falling in Love with You played. I took a sip. 'Mmmm,’ I smiled. 'That's one of my favourites, you know? I first heard it from Conjuring when Ed and Lorraine danced to it at the end.

‘Oh, Riri’ He clicked his tongue. ‘What isn't a movie for you?’

I waved him off and said, 'This isn't.’

He gave me a smile. ‘That slow dance in the end, right?’ 

I nodded, ‘Exactly. I love that kind of ballroom dance. I used to do that with my brother when we were, like, seven or eight. Those dances give fairytale vibes.'

The power went out exactly then. All that remained was the light of the setting sun. I rose from my chair. ‘I'll get the light.’ 

The song continued to play.

He objected, ‘I'll get it.’ 

We made a run for it and got it at the same time. He turned the knob, and the light illuminated inside the apartment. I felt sad- the light taking my pleasure from the sunset. I looked at him. 'Put that away. There's enough light. 

I walked to the window.

Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling, so it goes, some things –

He stood next to me and whispered, ‘Quite beautiful, huh?’

I turned to him, ‘Yes’. 

Take my hand. 

I took his hand in mine. Our smiles shortened and our eyes crinkled. He brought our hands up and inched closer, grabbing me into his hold. We moved our feet slowly and slowly… we were dancing. I didn’t have to care about my coffee getting cold or even the sun going down. All I had to know was that we were in a timeless place, where all that mattered to me was him. 

The sun had set. 

But in my Roman Empire, it continued to shine.