“What do you see?”
I see the future. I see you and me. I see my heart exploding. I see a million fireworks. I see galaxies.
I feel it all within me.
I see our first kiss, unintentionally wonderful. I see awkward laughs and gentle embraces.
“What do I see?”
I see I’m in love with you but I can’t tell you that.
“It just looks like a fire dying in the night to me.”
Word Count: 100
For Friday Fictioneers, massive thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for wrangling this massive flash fiction challenge in every week.