When Jack entered her flower shop, all Jen could do was stare. It had been years since she’d seen him, years she’d spent regretting their final quarrel, yet she still felt the same attraction. His heavy-lidded gaze told her he felt it, too.
He held out a hand, and she let him draw her close for a kiss that spanned the years. She snuggled into his embrace. Everything would be perfect now that they were together again.
“How did you know I was here?” she asked.
“I didn’t. I just came in to buy flowers.”
“For me?”
“For my wife.”
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I enjoyed your 100 word stories. Clever all the way through.
ReplyDeleteThanks. Here's hoping you'll find time to jump back into the flash fiction blog. I'm signing up in case you do.