By Krystyna Fedosejevs
We met under a cloudburst, passing each other from opposite directions. Snow magic between us. Glances exchanged, briefly.
I took your smile that day and tucked it into my mind. High school tried to make me let go. College eventually did.
Memory rekindled. Thought I saw you in a restaurant, a number of places. Deception. A longing. Something unattainable. Perhaps, not meant to be.
I return to where we first met. Rail tracks we walked along no longer in use. Distant trees, not the seedlings they once were.
Snowflakes speckle my windshield.
By my side, arm in arm, you. My husband.
Loved everything about this except “High school tried to make me let go. College eventually did.” College did what? Do you mean High school tried […] but college succeeded. That’s what I assume, but the phrasing is poor.
Yes, that’s what I meant.
I think this is a lovely piece of writing. Lots of evocative imagery and a nice build.
Well done!
Thank you, Amber.
A beautiful story. Thank you for making me smile.
Your welcome, Kirsten.
I like the way everything is written and structured here. Every passage sets up a cinematic scene that gets completed by the phrases you chose to include. To top it all, beautiful short story, great job!
Thanks, Luq. I’m pleased you enjoyed my story. I have ideas for new ones for 2016.