Ficlet Fest 👏🏻 Ficlet Fest 👏🏻 Ficlet Fest
5:17pm, Sheep’s Meadow (Central Park), Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor
FICLET FEST (my favorite time of year) enjoy!
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With Alex down in DC for the weekend, Henry takes himself on a date around the city to distract himself. Yesterday had been filled with meandering his way through the MOMA and soliciting hole-in-the-wall falafel places from locals. (They’d actually answered him, too – sometimes being a prince has its perks.)
Today he’d gotten lost in an indie bookstore for a few hours, trailing his fingers along spines of old favorites and plucking out new titles based solely upon, as Alex would say, the vibes. He thinks about going home and reading in the bay window of their bedroom, but the beautiful weather draws him toward Central Park instead. For once, David isn’t with him, so Henry has more options for where to fall into a new book. He’s been itching for a chance to visit in the Sheep Meadow or eat at the Tavern on the Green, so Henry lets his feet carry him to an unoccupied tree at the edge of the meadow, and settles in for a long reading bout.
He comes back to himself in stages. The delighted shriek of a nearby child pierces through the book fog. Then his arse starts to protest sitting on the ground for so long, not letting him dive back into the story. And then his stomach’s empty rumblings make themselves known, and Henry surrenders to his body’s needs.
Regretfully, he picks up his things, says a silent, thankful goodbye to the tree and strolls away, taking the longest route possible to the restaurant. He’s hungry, yes, but he’s not in a rush to leave this section of the park. He can feel a small smile on his face when he remembers that the first anniversary of Stonewall was celebrated here.
The restaurant has just come into view when his phone buzzes in his pocket and Henry laughs when he sees the name on the screen; apparently Alex updated his own contact card (again) before he left for the White House.
Buttercup’s Strumpet
I would never go against Zahra in any way shape or form but AT LEAST three of these meetings could have been an email
Miss you
Miss you too
Are you free enough for me to call you while I eat dinner? I’m getting a table outside.
Buttercup’s Strumpet
Yes!
Wait
You’re outside???
I figured you were just going to drape yourself over the chaise like the world’s sluttiest blanket waiting for your man to return
Your mind is a wonder that should be studied.
Buttercup’s Strumpet
:p
Call whenever you’re ready sweetheart
I wanna hear all about your day
