Meta flash-fiction

From within the murky depths of the dating sites there emerged a charming Mangalorean with chocolate eyes and long hair, whose photograph evoked an Indian version of Rupert Brooke. A software guy who quoted Rilke and professed to adore Dostoevsky – in the background, Frank Sinatra began to hum a song that referred among other things, to turtle soup. While pondering virtually over the possibilities of walking through Regent’s Park on one of these Saturdays, he asked, ‘By the way, what do you do write?’

‘Metafiction’ I replied.

The next moment, the chat went blank. I could almost see him receding like a dot in the ocean, as he escaped as fast as he could and vanished into the black-hole of cyberspace.

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