March Flash(back)
Flash Fiction - Oct 29, 2014
I leaned in and kissed him. How could I not? He’d given me the best day I could have have hoped for. We spent the morning wandering the halls of my favorite art museum. He held my hand, staying close the whole time, topping it off with a wonderful lunch at a divine little cafe.
And now I have to leave. But I don’t want to go. If only he’d say the words I’m dying to hear. The ones that would keep me from getting in a taxi, onto a train, and away from him. If only he’d say, “Stay.”
