Gigolo – Friday Fictioneers, August 2021

Copyright Jen Pendergast

He thinks he takes from me, and in ways that do not matter, he does.

In reality, of course, I take from him.  Much more.

He does not understand symbiosis. Not yet.  And when he does, he may be too old to remember me, except perhaps with a shadow of misplaced guilt. 

He passes my table, throwing me an uncomfortable smile as he joins his friends; it is over. 

The waiter appears, gestures to my foam-flecked coffee cup.

“Are you ready for another?” he says slyly.

I feel the gentle splintering of ice in my veins and nod.

“Why not?”

Many thanks to Rochelle for leading the Friday Fictioneers out once again. Click on the frog if you’d like to join us.

About Sandra

I used to cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and wrote fiction and poetry. Now I live on the beautiful Dorset coast, enjoying the luxury of being able to have a cat, cultivating an extensive garden and getting involved in the community. I still write fiction, but only when the spirit moves me - which isn't as often as before. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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49 Responses to Gigolo – Friday Fictioneers, August 2021

  1. neilmacdon says:

    Oh absolutely wonderful. Now that is a whole story, complete and satisfying

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  2. Ain Starlingsson says:

    Suitably terrifying, tense with each word full…the waitor does not just ask an innocent question, but he does…as always dosed just right.

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  3. Dear Sandra,

    It sounds like “over” is where the relationship needs to be. Love the glancing reference to the prompt. Well done as always.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. athling2001 says:

    Edgy and tense. I had to read it several times to fit all the nuances into my brain. Great story.

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  5. Tannille says:

    I kept expecting Richard Gere.
    Fascinating, layered interaction.

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  6. msjadeli says:

    I’m not 100% sure what is going on with the splintering ice in the veins and the foam-flecked coffee (the gigolo has the waiter poisoning her?,) but the writing is excellent.

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  7. elmowrites says:

    Oh yes, now she’s a character I can look up to!

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  8. Dale says:

    I am so relieved Lisa commented because I’m not sure what’s going on either but I was enthralled. And read it thrice!

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    • Sandra says:

      That’s interesting. Did you read it in the context of the title? She’s an old(er) woman whose affair with a toy boy is over. She’s not distressed by it. She got what she wanted from the relationship, as did he. She’s preparing for a life of celibacy now, until the watchful waiter sees his opportunity, and once more she prepares to indulge in some kind of passion. Maybe a bridge too far for 100 words. Sorry 😁

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  9. pennygadd51 says:

    Not a bridge too far at all, Sandra. Bloody miraculous story-telling. You are so good at probing the thoughts that people think they keep hidden. Brava!

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  10. michael1148humphris says:

    I do wish that I had thought of the line, splintering of ice in … veins.

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  11. James McEwan says:

    There is a sense of vulnerability in the character. The idea that he joins his friends and ignores her after perhaps a passing moment between them, and how the waiter seems to read the situation like a predatory chancer.
    A story dripping the anticipation and tension.

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  12. GHLearner says:

    I like her. She knows what she wants and takes it, and not from the needy. Great writing (as always…)

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  13. draliman says:

    That waiter’s not hanging round is he? He sees his chance 🙂

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  14. Ice in your veins – bad relationships can do that.

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  15. One door closes and another opens! But is it the right one?

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  16. plaridel says:

    was the waiter engaged in double entendre or pun? i’m not so sure. 🙂

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  17. granonine says:

    I got it the second time through. And should have gotten it the first time. Really good one this week, Sandra.

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  18. jenne49 says:

    ‘I feel the gentle splintering of ice in my veins…’ Wonderful image.
    What I find intriguing is that you don’t describe the characters, but I can see them from what you don’t say! Brilliant.

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  19. gentle splintering of ice in my veins…what a fabulous line. Not one character description yet your words brought alive the characters. A brilliant exposition of writerly atristry, Sandra.

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  20. A subtley constructed story, creating the history of a relationship. Love the observations – the uncomfortable smile, the splintering of ice in her veins. Altogether satisfying.

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  21. Nobbinmaug says:

    I read this as someone who was out of a bad relationship, closed herself off, and found a potential new opportunity and possibilities in a flirtatious glance from the waiter. I read your explanation to Dale and only missed a few details. I thought your story was well done and well conveyed.

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  22. subroto says:

    Wonderful, so many layers in this story. Loved the waiter’s sly comments at the end. An absolute masterpiece.

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  23. ahtdoucette says:

    Looks like coffee may not be the only thing heating up. I love your slice of life stories, always make me smile even if it’s a vindictive smile at times!

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