Five Sentence Fiction - Time

For reasons that should become abundantly clear quite soon, I am especially delighted that on today, of all days, our prompt is TIME.

TIME OUT

Marci met The Time Shifter at a small, out of the way club where he played magical jazz piano for tips he didn't need and drinks that seemed to sustain him.

He also worked real magic and, for a while, she thought he might be a god.

At midnight, after he finished off a set of odd-metered Brubeck tunes* with The Unsquare Dance - and she finished off her third glass of Pinot Noir - he walked a long way with her through shadow to a place where time slips along a different stream and the gibbous sun hung just past its zenith. 

They made love there on the soft grass by a waterfall under the sheltering boughs of a weirwood tree, slept entwined, then, as the russet sun stained the late afternoon sky magenta, made love again.

When they walked back into the club, only nine minutes had elapsed.

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As a haiku

Time flies when you make

Love, but if the time is right,

Takes no time at all.

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As a six word story

Love

At times

Can be timeless

 

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* Dave Brubeck passed on yesterday.  He would have been 92 today.  He was a pioneer in taking jazz to times and places never before explored with tunes like TAKE FIVE, BLUE RONDO ALA TURK, and the simple but not simplistic UNSQUARE DANCE.

My brief paean to Dave Brubeck can be found here.

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This vignette, another part of Marci's back story, occurs several years before Marci and Gil reunite - in fact, before they even met for the first time.

Marci's thread