Love - At First.
His gut twinged, a deep awakening. He had started to forget how it felt; the nerves, the palpable electricity, the hunger. Her eyes jumped at him, they glinted and sparked igniting him with a fiery demand.
He was consumed with suspense, like a wave, static, waiting to crash. Snaking through the stillness was her breathing, feverish.
His own was paced and purposeful, filled with anticipation.
He leant down and stroked her hand.
She squirmed.
“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay now.” His voice low and quiet seeped into her ear like poison. “Please,” she tentatively whispered, “let me go.”
I started reading and writing flash fiction at University and still find it fascinating. There seems to be much more that is unsaid, silence, ready for you to fill with your own interpretation.
This is written by me (Natalie Rose) and I also own the rights to the picture above. (This was taken during a road trip to San Antonio, TX).
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