An Original Flash Fiction Story

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This is the flash fiction story I wrote for my seminar on short story writing. I hope you enjoy it. "The Peanut Butter Cups" by DW Davis The package of peanut butter cups sat on her desk right where he had left them, waiting for her to arrive at work and find them. There was nothing special about them. He'd bought them at the convenience store where he stopped for coffee every morning on his way to work. Buying candy was not part of his routine, but he saw the peanut butter cups in the rack by the register. The package of peanut butter cups held down a note he'd written about how much he'd enjoyed their first date the previous Saturday afternoon. He'd finished by writing, "Maybe we can go out again sometime." She arrived at work and was glad he'd picked up his assignments and was out on his route. Her dread at seeing him again had built up since the end of their date. It wasn't that she'd had a bad time. She just wasn't impressed by his choice of movie to see after a pleasant dinner at her favorite restaurant. She'd left the choice up to him. In her opinion, he'd chosen poorly. She'd decided not to see him again and dreaded breaking the news because he was a nice guy. When she saw the package of peanut butter cups on her desk, she smiled and wondered who'd left them. Then she saw the note. She spotted his name at the bottom and almost didn't pick it up. But she did pick it up. She read it, and as she did, the combination of his words and the thoughtfulness of his gift made her reassess her opinion of him. When he stopped by the office at the end of his shift, she thanked him for the peanut butter cups and told him that, yes, she'd like to go out with him again. (c)2023 Douglas W Davis