A Romanticist's Flash Fiction - II
Here's me back once again to take a dig at my ability to write some romantic flash fiction. 1 The streetlight dimmed for a moment before it went out. I stood alone under one of those now lifeless streetlights, gazing at the alluring moonlit sky. Under the ethereal glow of the moon light, at a distance I saw her gleaming sapphire eyes moving towards me and then she walked past me. I noticed nothing except for her giggle. A gentle breeze swept through, creating a symphony of rustle that harmonized with her giggle. Now, if I could just go back in time, I would only wish that when I see that pretty girl on that well-moonlit night, I’ll have the courage to go up to her and talk. 2 The platform was almost empty. I rushed down a few stairs before I saw her at a distance, staring at the departure board. “Missed it?” I asked, my tone more amused than annoyed. She slowly nodded. “Barely.” “Maybe you were meant to.” We settled on a bench for an hour, talking about ev...