this story is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less). A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday.
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-I still remember the first day we met here. We were so young, four I guess. Natasha recalled
-You were four, I was six then. There right? Neil said pointing to the balloon stand.
-You still remember.
-How could I forget? We were fighting over a blue balloon and you snatched it from my hand and ran.
-It was a beautiful summer day like today. Natasha looked to the sky. Even if it was war. She sighted.
Neil put his hand over hers. “We kept meeting here. It was here where we confessed our love the first time and the first time we kissed too.”
-You even proposed here. Natasha continued laying her head over his shoulder, then stand up and gazed at him. What a silly proposal was that.
-But you said yes, you were so in love. Putting her head over his shoulder again.
-I felt pity for you that all. They both laughed.
-Look at our grandson, he is fighting with a girl for the blue balloon. They smiled.
word count : 172
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