Away from the Crowd
We left the babble of beach for the quiet shade of an alley. The whitewashed houses rising either side affording us some welcome intimacy at last.
The echoes of our sandals broke the silence as we walked hand in hand, your long purple dress billowing in the soft warm breeze.
In that wonderful moment, there was only you and I.
Turning, I took your free hand and pulled you closer to me, and then closer again, nuzzling in the sweet comfort of your ocean kissed hair.
Some memories are so strong they squash all the others.
Until the pain resurfaces.
This 100 word piece of Flash Fiction is my entry to this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our lovely and talented host.
The prompt was provided by © Jan Marler Morrill. Thanks Jan!