Under faraway stars, we speak the words. They flow freely, deep and heartfelt. Their power turns the night and conversation into something magical. Secrets and laughter are shared. The problems of the day are forgotten, replaced by simple pleasures. Time passes. Passion flows. The morning comes all too soon. Will the dawn rob the words of their power? Will what we had be forgotten or chalked up to a moment of weakness? The words are spoken again. The questions are answered.
Author Note: I’ve been at a loss as to what to post. I decided to post another piece of flash fiction. It was part of a challenge that I did this weekend. Hope you enjoy it.