The Art of Wooing

Posted on by Reena Saxena

She licks her lips to wipe off the foam. The coffee taste is incredible, but this foam refuses to go away. She wipes it off with a paper napkin and puts it back in the empty cup.

She cannot believe her eyes. It seems to be drowning in non-existent liquid and then vanishes altogether. It is replaced by a midnight blue napkin folded like a star. What kind of magic is this with no magician around?

Her phone beeps. The message is cryptic.

Step inside. Taste the ambrosia. There, you can see a very small patch of dark blue framed by a little branch pinned up by a naughty star.

Another beep…

I know you are looking for the branch and the naughty star. It would help if you extended the olive branch of friendship, and a naughty star would appear in your life.

Prosery at dVerse

Prompt line used in the piece:

There you can see a very small patch
Of dark blue, framed by a little branch,
Pinned up by a naughty star”

  • Novel, by Arthur Rimbaud

21 thoughts on “The Art of Wooing”

  5. Love the magical mystery of this tale. And most especially these words:
    “ It would help if you extended the olive branch of friendship, and a naughty star would appear in your life.” Yep….ain’t that the truth!

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