“Hygiene is two thirds of health.”
Psycho* #quote
Today and yesterday I had family occasions. Last night I couldn't
find the time to get a story ready for y'all but now I managed to
pull one out of my little head. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Ultimate Matchmaker
Emily wanted love in her life. Not just any love. The perfect love.
With the perfect man. And to find this perfect man she decided to go
to visit a sage atop a mountain who could supposedly answer any
question asked.
She bowed before the old man and explained her lack of love and
asked him, “How does someone find the perfect match for them?”
The sage pulled on his long beard and thought. Then a blue aura
glowed around him as he drew from the knowledge of the universe to
answer the question. “Young one, the answer is simple. Usually
trial and error, and nowadays people are using dating sites more and
more. Though traditional locations like bars or social clubs are
still in use among other locations or random happenstance. People
find the perfect match for them.”
Emily grew angry. “That's not helpful at all! I need to find my
perfect man!”
“Sorry one question per person that climbs the mountain. You'll
need to climb the mountain again to get your answer.”
It took Emily quite some time but she went down the mountain and
climbed it once again.
“Okay, so what's the name of my perfect man, what does he look
like, and exactly where does he live?”
The sage glowed with his blue aura once again as he pulled from the
knowledge of the universe. Then from his old, silk robes he pulled
out paper and pencil. “Here let me write it down for you and do a
sketch.”
Emily took the information and climbed down the mountain. A few
months later the sage saw her again.
“Okay he's perfect for me. Now how do I make him fall in love with
me?”
The sage glowed and the knowledge of the universe poured into him
once again. “Asking him out might work. It seems you have negleted
to actually approach him. The Powers That Be suggest wearing red.”
After hearing this Emily climbed down the mountain with a look of
silent disappointment. The sage saw once again, as he had many times
before, that someone even capable of scaling mountains, had
difficulty approaching romance.
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