Maybe Clementine meant Bryce or Grand Canyon, but for her, it was just that big park with the orange rocks.
“Just go,” Clementine said, between two mouthfuls of vanilla ice-cream as if it was as simple as going out for a soda or ordering a takeaway.
I tried to keep my mouth shut but it was already wide open.
“Well, you love me don’t you?”
She stamped her foot and put her hands on her hips defiantly.
“You know I do,” I replied.
I tried to be convincing but my heart was beating and it was getting in the way.
“Well, lovers do incwedibly brave things to show their love.”
She was moody and petulant and her voice was irresistible.
“Just go to the highest rock and tell the wind that you’re mine.”
There was a loud knock on the door.
“Come on kids, it’s time for tea.”
Saved by the bell I thought, but I knew Clementine.
I wasn’t off the hook quite yet.
We scrambled down the stairs, giggling as we went.
“Don’t run on the stairs!” chided my Mum.
Priceless Joy is our gracious host once again for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.