Flash Fiction - Romance A misty rain was falling making the amber street lights shimmer as the clubland folk started hustled through the town centre looking for a good time. I sheltered in a shop doorway opposite the cluster of pale-yellow lights that hung over the fountain and watched the water drops play while I waited for Kim to arrive.
Romantic Flash Fiction Helena, she was my perfection. From girl to woman I had watched her grow, always showing her the natural clarity of her beauty.
Lloyd and Kim had been dating for several months now and tonight he was going to ask her about Africa. Kim was different from the others. They had met at a political rally, protesting the heinous acts of some government or other. Lloyd was a wealthy man with a deep social conscience. He had grown … Continue reading Protest for Love
Roberto stood in the bedroom of his penthouse apartment and glanced once again into the mirror. Staring back at him was the reflection of a gentleman in full morning suit, a man about to be married, a man in love. Did he look like a man in love? Along the corridor, Roberto could hear his … Continue reading The Deal
As she watched her daughter kiss her new husband Kathy felt a few tears run down her cheek. The last 20 years had given them both wonderful memories, but it had been tough. Charlie had left them both high and dry, for a new partner. Eva had been just 5 years old then. Now Eva … Continue reading The Right Decision
A few days earlier Lewys had placed a solitaire ring on her finger as he knelt on one knee. He wasn’t one for the big romantic gestures so the whole proposal had taken Heidi by surprise. He had revelled in the happy grin that lit up her face as the light flashed on the diamond. The … Continue reading True Colours
They say all good things must come to an end, so Chaucer says. And so, it did with Rachel and Jack on a cold wintery Sunday morning. As he did every Sunday, Jack was cooking breakfast whilst Rachel was reading the Sunday papers in bed. Bacon and sausages were done, and Jack hunted for the … Continue reading Confused Little Bird
Nancy’s job as a ticket inspector had its moments, few and far between, but it had them. For the last 2 years on a Monday to Friday evening the young blonde girl had sat in seat 20 of carriage B of the 19:52 train. Always seat 20, always carriage B and always the 19:52. Nancy … Continue reading Seat 20 B