Life was so simple then. You were tall, dark, and handsome and I, the nerdy bookworm filled with a hope for some kind of a future, of which, I don’t know, but something. Our romance picked me up off my feet and we flew through life high and then higher, from one city to another and from one country to another country, never looking back. We were the unstoppable Rosy and Cruz. They would write a book about us and make a movie about us. We would be famous and never to be forgotten.
You captured my heart with your gaze and I melted into your laugh. That special laugh that told me life was good and you were happy and I was happy. Dear God, we had fun and life couldn’t be better. And every day just got better.
“There’s no stopping us now,” you’d say, “There’s no stopping us now.” I would say. You would laugh and I would laugh while our feet left prints in the sand and our toes were tickled by the rolling tide.
The bookstore closed, never to be opened again, and you became just a memory… to me. A sweet memory of words, beautiful words.
Alastair Forbes hosts this wonderful flash fiction, called, “Sunday Photo Fiction.” We are all challenged to write a story of about 200 words which should reference, in some way, back to the photo prompt.
It’s fun! It’s addicting! Would you like to play with us? Click on,