Summer — One Word.

I remember fondly the summer I met her. Our eyes locked. Soon after, our fingers did the same, as we blushed and giggled when we looked at each other after our first time. I said it was she my first and lied. I suspected she did the same. By the end of summer, I was convinced we were in love, love meant forever, love meant to last the test of time. By the middle of autumn, I had trouble remembering her name.


2 thoughts on “Summer — One Word.”

  1. Nice take on the prompt. Is it just me or are the oneword prompts getting easier to write to with all this other writing we’ve done? Maybe just me.

  2. The worst is looking at the other prompts to see that people are defining words, not actually writing them. In the GTT of those, we’re finallists, boyee.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s