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Post 1608. Tuesday September 26

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Blake is a successful private detective. His wife Jane and his kids are used to him rarely being home. Today he is employed by a woman who suspects her husband is having an affair.

Eighteen fifty-eight. Blake is in Starbucks. He watches his mark drink a latte then stand, and leave. Blake scribbles some notes in his book. 'Nineteen o-seven, Market Street walking east'. He dons his sunglasses and trilby hat, turns up his collar and follows at a discreet distance.

His mark enters a store then exits with a bouquet of flowers. 'Nineteen twelve, 7/11 Store. Flowers' Blake notes. A nineteen twenty-two the mark turns into Juniper Avenue. 'Interesting' thinks Blake. 'I live in Juniper Avenue'  The mark walks to number thirty-two and knocks.

Jane opens the door, takes the flowers and kisses the mark. Blake's children excitedly tug on his jacket.

'Nineteen thirty-two. 32 Juniper Avenue. I had no idea', he writes in his book. There was no way he could have. After all, he’s rarely home.

Word count 165

The photo prompt this week is provided by shivamt25