Wallflower, by Fiona H Evans
If I were younger, I’d take your hand and draw you to the dance floor. You’d feel the warmth of my desire, the beat of my heart, my soul rising to meet yours like steam off hot coffee. You’re sitting alone with downcast eyes, your posture mirroring mine years ago as I attempted to summon the courage to ask a girl to dance. Would I have? I’ll never know. Instead, party lights haloed her hair like an angel as she approached and asked me. The love of my life, taken too soon. If I were younger, I’d give you that.
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30/12/2022 01:09:42 pm
A very poignant and moving story. Great job.
30/12/2022 01:33:07 pm
Thanks so much for taking the time to comment!
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31/12/2022 05:00:29 am
Thank you for reading, Pamela.
30/12/2022 10:45:50 pm
'...my soul rising to meet yours like steam off hot coffee' is a wonderful line.
31/12/2022 04:59:51 am
Thanks so much, Andrew!
1/1/2023 01:38:56 am
So poignant, Fiona.
1/1/2023 07:57:52 am
Thanks for the kind words, Tom.
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1/1/2023 05:24:46 am
Wow! Touching, beautifully written.
1/1/2023 07:59:15 am
Thanks Alyce, and happy new year!
1/1/2023 02:54:22 pm
"Party lights haloed her hair like an angel." How beautiful.
2/1/2023 06:31:15 am
I'm overwhelmed by all the kind comments, and from some very fine writers lile yourself. Thank you Don.
2/1/2023 04:36:09 am
Absolutely beautiful from start to finish.
2/1/2023 06:32:10 am
Thank you, Sue. I'm smiling with pleasure!
Robert P. Bishop
2/1/2023 04:56:15 am
What a marvelous love story, Fiona. I really enjoyed it.
2/1/2023 06:40:08 am
Thank you so much, Robert. What a wonderful community of writers here at Friday Flash Fiction - I'm so grateful for all the support!
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