It’s not quite Friday, but close enough for Friday Fictioneers.  We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  We gathered every week to share fictions of 100 words according to a photo prompt.  You are welcomed to join in the fun.  Here’s my 100 words.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Santoshwriter 

I remembered the last time he kissed me.  It was raining cats and dogs.  We were in a tight embrace, huddled under his big, black umbrella.  The kiss was long, sweet and wet as the raindrops falling around us.  I held onto him tight, trying forever, never letting go.

When will we see each other again? Will we ever see each other again?  What good are promises?  Oceans lay between us.  Continents separate us.  Years of history divide us.  Out of sight.  Out of mind.

So I held onto him, laid my face against his chest.  Teardrops kissed my cheek.


21 thoughts on “THE KISS

  1. Lovely with great description, a mixture of rain and tears. At least there are still the memories of the love. Perhaps one day they’ll see each other again. Well done, Lily. — Suzanne

  2. This is so beautiful in all its sadness, it will be the best of memories for the MC, even if they don’t see each other again. Fantasizing about what could have been can be uplifting, too.

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