Every Eileen, by James Woessner
“Eileen, will you marry me?” It was as if the clouds themselves had asked, because the wannabe groom forgot to sign. Either that or the skywriter ran out of smoke. In any case, it seemed like an empty gesture on a fickle wind. The obvious question is, what went through Eileen’s mind, assuming, of course, she looked up on cue? And what about all the other Eileens? How many of them happened to look up at the same sky? How many of them felt confused, angry, or hopeful? In a just world, every one of them would have said “no.”
5/9/2020 04:04:42 am
How many of them said yes to confused boyfriends?
7/9/2020 09:06:28 pm
Sounds like the subject for a 2nd micro. Why don't you write it, Sue? Thanks for your comment.
5/9/2020 05:13:43 pm
I'm with Sue. It could have been a nightmare for every man dating a girl called Eileen. Well done Jim.
7/9/2020 09:07:25 pm
Thanks for the comment, Mary. As I said to Sue, it's a topic for another micro. Go for it.
9/9/2020 12:48:55 pm
excellent piece of writing, a real conundrum there
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