Brandon never placed much stake on things. His drab unpretentious clothing didn’t stop him when he saw her.
Vanessa was gorgeous. Expensively dressed at the curb, Brandon fell for her immediately. It was little things that caught his attention: the mole beneath her eye, the shape of her shoulder’s birthmark, her delicate hands.
Brandon introduced himself and offered to take her on a tour on his bicycle.
Vanessa glanced at Brandon’s beaten 10-speed leaning against the wall. She grimaced, “Hon. I’m pretty expert at measuring a man just by looking at him. You’re never going places. Not like my boyfriend.”
Just then a brand-new Mustang sports car pulled up beside her. She pointed, “That’s him. Now he’s going places!” She climbed in after giving Brandon a pitying glance.
Brandon sighed and climbed on his bike. He engaged the special gear he invented and slipped into the timestream, riding back in time. He decided to keep that date with the Princess of Monaco. She was nice. He just hoped she wouldn’t offer him another Lamborghini.
Written for the weekly Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers writing challenge. Look here for the original challenge prompt and a blue link to the stories of other authors: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/12/15/fffaw-week-of-december-15-2015/