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 everything and nothing, until the next train came. A part of me wanted her to miss this one too!

 

3

I glanced at my watch - 4:05 AM. Too early, but I didn’t mind. The unyielding frigid wind was making my hands cold.

She had warned me. “You don’t have to pick me up.”

“Hmm,” I’d said. If only she could see me - “There’s no way I am listening to you on this” was written all over my face.

At 4:29, she stepped out of the train, bundled in a scarf and an oversized coat. She paused when she saw me, her breath a soft cloud in the icy air.

She smiled, quiet but sincere. I gave her a cup of hot coffee that I was holding. We stood there gazing at the moon, sipping our coffee. The cold didn’t matter anymore.

 

4

I had forgotten her birthday.

At least that’s what she thought.

She now stood speechless under a bouquet of fairy lights that framed the scene - a canopy of glittering stars I had strung hours earlier. We had a moment before the lights went out.

When it came back again, all her friends and our family were around her, lighting up the entire party.

She stole me aside for a moment.

“You did all this?” I smiled.

“Do I look like a hero under these lights?” lifting my collar up. I received a light punch in the stomach, and we both giggled.

I wiped a little tear that was starting to well up in her eyes.

“Always!” It felt like I already knew what she was going to ask me.

 

5

I was sound asleep hugging a pillow when I got attacked by another pillow. Startled and wide awake now, I rubbed my eyes while going for the lights.

I noticed a lit candle on a little plum cake in front of me. The flame on the candle danced in rhythm with her excitement. She had baked a set of them while I was asleep.

“Make a wish,” she said. I closed my eyes and blew the candle out. I put the candle away, split the cake into two, and fed half to her.

“Happyyy Birthdayy!” she yelled, trying to hit me again with the pillow. We simply can’t stop getting excited for each other’s birthdays. 

“Tell me nah, what did you wish for?” she pestered me for an answer.

“No, I can’t tell you what I wished for,” I told her, Joey style. She had to give up, and both of us went back to bed.

I looked at her sleeping, her face glinting against the moonlight. A stray strand of hair had fallen across her cheek, moving gently with each breath she took. Unable to resist, I reached out and brushed it aside as my fingers lingered for just a moment.

As the strand settled back into place, I smiled, captivated and utterly in awe of the peaceful sleeping beauty before me.

 

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