He was the only boy I ever loved.
We sat side-by-side on the beach, stealing kisses and pointing out funny-shaped clouds. His laugh was soft as sea foam, his hair as light as sand.
“Looking into your eyes is like searching for treasure,” he said.
Seems he never found it.
Guy found his treasure at the seaside. This is his twenty-third 50-word story.
At drab Shelley’s checkout counter, Dan’s gaze stripped her bare.
He hung around until closing, and murmured in her ear, breathless.
With one kiss, he stole her heart.
Giddy, she took him home.
Next morning, she awoke—groggy and alone—to a bullhorn screeching “Come out with your hands up!”
Monica Perez Nevarez is a sustainability manager by day and a writer by night.
Before you rise out of sleep I memorize every moment
of the black timeless night when we moved in discovery and ecstasy
and ignited enthrall before lying in perfect harmony
even though only yesterday
we were strangers seated side by side
in 3A and 3B on the flight from Hamburg.
Lynette moves to a new country every two or three years and currently lives in Denmark, but calls the Mornington Peninsula in Australia and San Diego in the U.S. “home”. She has a Master of Arts (Writing and Literature) degree from Deakin University.