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The sun felt good on her face. She closed her jet-lagged eyes and breathed in the spring smells. Flowers, baking bread.

Må jeg bringe dig noget at drikke?”

She looked up to see the waiter,  his crisp white shirt and black vest. The sun gave his blue eyes an otherworldly glow. She reached for her Danish phrasebook. “Vil..de..bringe mig spieskortet?”

He smiled. “It’s okay. I speak English.”

“Oh thank God,” she said. “Danish is impossible. At least for me.”

“I felt the same about English. I was an exchange student.”

“A glass of wine?”

“Of course.”

He was so handsome.


Friday Fictioneers

  1. rochellewisoff

    Dear Josh,

    Is it spring fever? Sweet scene, brimming with romance and a bit of a jab at the unilingual American. ;)



  2. Lynn Love

    Could be the start of something more? She’ll pick Danish up quicker if she talks to a native speaker, after all :)

  3. Clare Hempstead

    A lovely story. I hope love blossoms. I tried to open the document you sent on Google Docs, but nothing happened. Never actually used Google Docs before so may be user error!

  4. jellico84

    Could be the start of a wonderful romance novel… or even a spy-thriller. Good story. Loved it! <3

  5. Mrs. Completely

    Thank goodness I have The Viking for translating because Danish is IMPOSSIBLE! However, their English is very good. :o) Loved the story.


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