Changing Seasons: Flash Fiction Results for Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt Feb 1st 2016

Happy Thursday, friends! Here are my results for Monday's Muse Writing Prompt Feb. 1st 2016. To see the original post and even give the prompt a try yourself, click HERE.


Changing Seasons

She stared at the screen of her phone until it went black, as if that would change what she’d just read.

He still wanted to marry her, after everything that she had done to change his mind. Her stomach seemed to drop just like a heavy stone in shallow water. She didn’t know if how she felt was anger at him for loving so fearcily or sadness for herself for thinking she didn’t deserve it.

It was amazing how wounds and scars, abuses done her by others had made her feel as if her value had slipped, as if her worth was as fleeting as a price sticker in a supermarket; always in danger of having a roll back.

She’d been down this road before with other guys, but amazingly Logan was the only man, the only one able to love her anyway. He’d said so in the text, said he’d tried calling but she just wouldn’t answer. She was actually getting ready to block his number when his text came through.

She felt heat rising up her neck and cheeks, clear into her hairline. Her eyes stung with tears. A mixture of gratitude, elation and absolute fear swirled around her like the dying leaves of fall. She didn’t know how to be loved. The prospect of it gave her so much hope that it made her lungs feel as if they’d explode.

More than anything, she was filled with her own broken love, for Logan. He was the accidental eye that caught. The tender kiss that made her press her lips together even then if to savor its sweetness long gone.

She didn’t know what to say to him. She didn’t know how to make it right.

Her body stiffened ramrod straight, her blurry eyes still staring at the blackened screen. Even still she could see Logan standing behind her. How he’d know where she was was beyond her or maybe she was just oblivious. She’d always loved the park during this season.

She took in a liquid breath and pressed her eyes closed. “How’d you know where I was?”

Silence assaulted her ears, the stillness of it only broken by the sound of shifting leaves. Logan had sat down beside her his arm resting behind her, not touching her, but set at the ready should she desire his embrace.

“I’ve been here the whole time.” His voice rumbled deep in his chest.

Her head turned quickly towards him. She’d been sitting for hours, sending his calls in to voicemail and he’d been there with her. Logan pointed towards the far parking lot before turning back towards her, his gunmetal eyes misting with tears of his own. “I don’t want to lose you.” He whispered, his voice cracking as he continued. “I’m hurt, but I know you are too.” He took her hand in his and laced his fingers with hers. “But that doesn’t mean I am through loving you. Will you let me?”

She found her words lodged her throat, to thick to form any answer. Instead she allowed her movement to be her answer, shifting closer to him and into his embrace, her head pressed into the crook of his neck and shoulder as she cried.

She wanted him to love her as she loved him. It was time to change her seasons.



2 thoughts on “Changing Seasons: Flash Fiction Results for Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt Feb 1st 2016

    1. Thank you, Tess! I enjoyed this piece as it revealed itself. One main reason is that it afforded me the chance to see that I’m not stuck in one genre, that I need to truly explore all my writing options.

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