Flash fiction in response to a FlashXer prompt to write a romantic story.
IMAGERY: A ROMANCE
Edwin tossed his homework, the thick manuscript finished last night, into the puddle ahead of her slender left foot. While less absorbent than the cavalier's handkerchief, it was more intellectual, and also thicker (so as to better elevate the lovely lady foot out of danger). He finished his follow-through with a poetically upturned nose and a one-eyed, wistful gaze.
Diane's sharp heel pierced the first few pages, drawing a bead of water from the puddle below to spread silt trails across the title page. Edwin gasped at the power wielded by the words he'd chosen to invoke the image of that exact heel in the third line of his second sonnet. Never before had his poetry so precisely summoned reality. He whipped the pad from his breast pocket and hurried to scribble a vividly imagined and verbalized kiss, just as Diane stepped past him, a small corner of pentameter still flapping from her heel.