Memories came rushing as I slowly unpin the burning guitar poster that has been in my room since I was twelve.
I can hear her playful chuckle, I can see her bright eyes, I can smell her innocent sweet scent, when I unrolled her first ‘monthsary’ gift for me.
“Cause you are the hottest guitarist,” she whispered softly in my ears.
She was my first love. My first hold hands. My first kiss. Almost my first…
I promised myself I will never take this poster down. But after sixteen years, I have no choice.
Tomorrow this will be relocated in a new bedroom that I’ll be sharing with her, forever.
Word count: 110
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In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 01, 2016.
- a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
- each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
- no serial (continuation) stories
- include a pingback to the challenge post
Thank you for a thought-provoking photo prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤
Last week, all of my fictions are saddening, so this week, I promised myself I will try to write something positive. 😀
Please forgive the ‘cheesiness’.
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