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.
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.
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Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Good piece.
Thank you!
Lily
One day- maybe. Lovely.
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Thank you!
Lily
Tears and rain.. they are always united
They look the same, don’t they? Thanks!
Lily
Such a sweet and sad story with a lot of emotion! Excellent!
Thanks Joy!
Lily
The crazy thing about leaving is there are ALWAYS those questions! Very heartfelt piece.
You’ll never forget your first kiss. 🙂
Very romantic story. It’s hard to say goodbye.
Tracey
Bittersweet story! Saying bye is never easy! You have it well captured in the story!
Thank you! Nice photo prompt for the story.
Lily
Dear Lily,
Sweet and romantic piece. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
A lovely romantic tale. The romantic in me wants those oceans and years to disappear. Beautiful writing.
Thank you!
Lily
Kisses in the rain are so romantic. I love the last line especially. Nice one!
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
Thank you Suzanne! It was a nice photo prompt that gave me the idea.
Lily
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.
Thank you very much!
Lily