Flash Fiction Friday: Kayaks are Not a Good Place for Major Life Changes
I'm honestly not sure where this piece came from. I was thinking about the kayaks a nearby state park has available for rental and somehow this happened. “What do you think?” I break out of my daydreams. “What?” I ask, a knee-jerk reaction. I look around, orienting myself with my surroundings again. I’m in a kayak drifting along a wide, slow-moving river. Trees span the banks on either side. Next to me is my fiancĂ©, Ryan, staring at me with an intense expression. “You didn’t hear anything I said, did you?” I expect his voice to be accusing, but it’s not. He’s used to my mind wandering off and taking me with it. I think back, trying to remember anything he’d said over the last few minutes—or hours, who knows how long he’d been talking—and come up blank. “Sorry, I must’ve zoned out.” He chuckles. “I was just thinking, what if you moved in with me?” I jump so hard the kayak almost capsizes. Perhaps an open river wasn’t the best place for discussions of major life changes. “Ar...