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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Adam
30/12/2022 12:15:03 pm
Luv it😎🐙
Pamela Kennedy
30/12/2022 02:52:24 pm
Quite touching...
Andrew Ball
30/12/2022 10:45:50 pm
'...my soul rising to meet yours like steam off hot coffee' is a wonderful line.
Tom Baldwin
1/1/2023 01:38:56 am
So poignant, Fiona.
Cindy Patrick
1/1/2023 03:31:15 am
Lovely writing!
Alyce
1/1/2023 05:24:46 am
Wow! Touching, beautifully written. 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.
Sue Clayton
2/1/2023 04:36:09 am
Absolutely beautiful from start to finish.
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! Comments are closed.
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