Monday, March 20, 2023

Micro Fiction March Day 20

Today's challenge involved writing in a genre you've never written in before - which was tough because I've written science fiction, fantasy, horror, thrillers, westerns, and a few more things in between. But, upon reflection, I realised I'd probably never written something that was an out-and-out love story. And I wasn't sure whether I could do an adequate job, but I decided to give it a try all the same. So you can decide how well I did...

A genre you've never written in

It started on a train. A glance, a smile. A failure on the high speed line that left us marooned somewhere south of Rotterdam for more than an hour. A conversation. An exchange of numbers. A series of glances over my shoulder as I left the station to see if you were maybe looking over yours as you walked in the opposite direction. And you were.

Messaging over the weekend that went long into the night and into the early hours of the morning. Flirtation. Anticipation. The joys of simply getting to know you. Each exchange drawing us closer together on the other side of our phone screens. The chemistry palpable. The excitement a tangible thing.

And then a meeting somewhere other than a train. A chance to see if the connection we’d established in the virtual could survive in the real. Nerves coiled up inside me like pulses of electricity. No mere butterflies in my stomach, your presence inspiring pterodactyls.

You are so very beautiful. The most beautiful girl I have ever seen. And there’s a part of me disbelieving that this goddess could be here with me. But then we lean in like conspirators and the kiss that follows is the most natural thing in the world.

A moment frozen in time, where the Universe drops away and all that remains is you. The sensation of my lips against yours. One hand on your cheek, the other sliding to the small of your back. The delicate fragrance of your perfume. And I want to seize this moment and hold onto it forever. Want to hold you forever.

I don’t know when I first realised I loved you because sometimes it feels like I must have always done.

It started on a train. I hope it never ends.

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