Flash Fiction

55 Fiction: Meant to be

I'm taking part in the Write Tribe Festival of Words -3


I looked into those brown eyes for the very first time and was smitten. The way you played with my hair and touched my cheek made me realise you were the one. You seemed a bit anxious but I knew I could handle that.

30 months on, you continue to entertain & love me, Pebbles.


***Linking up with Write Tribe Festival of Words Day 6: 55 Fiction***

Until next time,


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