Flash Fiction #59
Prompt: Tell a story of a new relationship from both people’s perspectives. Here’s the catch: there should be no scenes between the two of them. You can only use descriptions to other characters, diary entries, thoughts, dreams, and anything else that doesn’t involve contact between the two main characters.
Hope you enjoy~!
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I always see her every morning on the bus to school. It was love at first sight. I usually stood opposite of the rear exit door, and every so often, I would take a peek at her sitting in the back row reading a book. On hot summer days, the window would be open slightly to let in the fresh air and I loved her long silky black hair getting brushed around by the breeze. Once or twice, I had a feeling that our eyes established a connection and every day I would try to get the courage to approach her to start up a conversation. However, I could never do it.
Every day, I see a boy looking over in my direction. He would look at me, and then look away before I could look up to meet his gaze. He thought that he was being sneaky, but I knew his presence. He was handsome, tall, and kind. There was one time where he was sitting, and he stood up to let the elderly take his seat. Or another time where he would try to take the least amount of space on the bus to give other people more space. I wanted to talk to him and get to know him better, but we never got off at the same bus stop.
Today was different. I got on the same bus hoping to see her again in the morning. She wasn't there, and I was immediately down. However, I stood in the same spot out of habit. I turned around to face the wall to find a folded Post-It note. I took it out of curiosity to unfold it to read: "To you-know-who-you-are, if you want to meet, get off 2 stations after the one you leave from." It was the girl! I followed the instructions to the tee, and waited 2 stations after my stop to exit the bus. I expected to be fooled, but there she was standing by the bus shelter in a white summer dress.
Hope you enjoy~!
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I always see her every morning on the bus to school. It was love at first sight. I usually stood opposite of the rear exit door, and every so often, I would take a peek at her sitting in the back row reading a book. On hot summer days, the window would be open slightly to let in the fresh air and I loved her long silky black hair getting brushed around by the breeze. Once or twice, I had a feeling that our eyes established a connection and every day I would try to get the courage to approach her to start up a conversation. However, I could never do it.
Every day, I see a boy looking over in my direction. He would look at me, and then look away before I could look up to meet his gaze. He thought that he was being sneaky, but I knew his presence. He was handsome, tall, and kind. There was one time where he was sitting, and he stood up to let the elderly take his seat. Or another time where he would try to take the least amount of space on the bus to give other people more space. I wanted to talk to him and get to know him better, but we never got off at the same bus stop.
Today was different. I got on the same bus hoping to see her again in the morning. She wasn't there, and I was immediately down. However, I stood in the same spot out of habit. I turned around to face the wall to find a folded Post-It note. I took it out of curiosity to unfold it to read: "To you-know-who-you-are, if you want to meet, get off 2 stations after the one you leave from." It was the girl! I followed the instructions to the tee, and waited 2 stations after my stop to exit the bus. I expected to be fooled, but there she was standing by the bus shelter in a white summer dress.
I wonder if my plan will work. I had my hand on my chest taking in deep breaths trying to calm down my heartbeat. I wasn't sure if it was from the weather, or the expectation of finally meeting him face to face. When the bus came to the stop, my eyes fooled me for a brief second where they saw no one get off but I blinked and there he was looking at me. He smiled, and I returned back the same expression.
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