The boy at the corner store...
Microfiction
Friday nights we cross paths at the corner store. I pretend to browse for something new but I’m staring at him from the next aisle. Caramel colored skin and with a voice smooth like buttercream. His back is to me and he doesn’t notice that I approach him and quietly extend my hand reaching for the back of his head. I just wanna gently tug on that little black curl that’s dangling delicately towards his neck. He walks off and unaware of my attempts to pull him close to me because in my dreams he’s mine. But regrettably here I am again letting the one I love slip away from me.
The inspiration…
Thinking about the girl that’s crushing so hard on a guy that she only sees him in passing. She isn’t shy but terrified to say anything to him. Perhaps she’s afraid of rejection. The girl holds onto the idea of having a romantic relationship with him in her fantasy…where the love is guaranteed. What would happen if she spoke up?
Peace,
Alex B
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