I’m introducing a piece of sudden (flash, micro, short short) fiction inspired by Adam Levine’s “Moves Like Jagger,” partial lyrics follow:
Take me by the tongue and I’ll know you.
Kiss me till you’re drunk and I’ll show you
All the moves like Jagger.
And by the luscious lips of Adele seen in this video:
Moves Like Jagger
by Fay Moore © 2012
He wiped his mouth with a corner of the linen napkin, wadded it and dropped it onto the empty dessert plate. As he reaches for his coffee cup, he turns toward the woman seated to his right.
“Your lips are exquisite.”
She smiles knowingly. Years of these smiles have put crows feet at the corners of her eyes. She says nothing, but tilts her wine glass toward the gentleman in a nod to his remark.
“Really. Truly remarkable. Full. Luscious.” He sips and smiles.
The dinner party is breaking up. The others have pushed away from the table and are standing.
“May I?” he asks, indicating he’d like to pull back her chair and assist her to stand.
“Of course.” She smiles.
He slides a corner of the chair and extends his hand. She takes it and rises. Her eyes are on his. He slips his free hand to the small of her back, guiding her away from the table. For both, the ritual is well-rehearsed.
“It’s been a lovely evening.” There is a short pause, then he asks, “May I call you?”
She hesitates. Before she can say a word, he quickly leans in and steals a kiss, his lips gently sweeping hers.
She pulls back, withdrawing her hand. Her eyes flash.
“No need to say anything. You have my apologies.” He surveys her and adds, “And my thanks.”
He smiles victoriously, makes a subtle bow from the waist, then offers her his elbow.
OK. THAT WAS THE LONG (approximately 300 words) VERSION. HERE’S THE 55 WORD VERSION OF THE SAME STORY.
He wipes his mouth and turns toward the woman seated to his right.
“Your lips are exquisite.”
She smiles knowingly and tilts her wine glass toward him.
Before she says a word, he steals a kiss. She pulls back. Her eyes flash.
“You have my apologies.” He pauses, grins. “And my thanks.”
About the genre:
Flash fiction is a style of fictional literature or fiction of extreme brevity. There is no widely accepted definition of the length of the category. Some self-described markets for flash fiction impose caps as low as three hundred words, while others consider stories as long as a thousand words to be flash fiction.
In one particular format, established by Steve Moss, Editor of the New Times, the requirement is 55 words; no more and no fewer. Another, unspecified but frequently held, requirement is that the title may be no more than seven words. Hyphens do not alter the word-count (that is, “word count” has as many words as “word-count”). However, an exception to the hyphen rule is that if a hyphenated word cannot be separated, then the hyphenated word could be considered one word. As an example, (as given by the website, see reference) the word “co-worker” can be considered one word, where “long-suffering” is two words.