Picture 2
Jenn Monty’s Picture Choice: Both
Title: Fireworks
Sam looked across the table into the most beautiful green eyes he’d ever seen. He smiled and sipped, hoping she liked mocha. He ordered before she got there in an effort to be more romantic and now they sat forehead to forehead trying not to get a brain freeze. He felt like some rock-a-billy throw back in a Norman Rockwell painting. But she looked happy and that was all he really cared about.
It had taken Sam three weeks to work up the nerve to ask Stacy out. Her dark flowing hair and petite frame drove him wild but his shy nature meant weeks of smiling across hallways and classrooms before he could even say hello, much less ask her on a date. To his amazement, she’d said yes and they now had three more weeks and two dates under their belts. This was date number four and Sam decided it was time to make his move. What was that saying everyone was using, YOLO? Yeah, no time like the present.
Sam reached up and gently pulled the straw from Stacy’s lips then cupped his hand behind her ear like he’d seen in a thousand movies. His nerves jangled like the chain on his wallet as he pulled her face closer and closed his eyes. His lips touched hers and Sam’s world changed in an instant. A kaleidoscope of colors exploded all around him, spilling across the shake glass, the table, everything. Her taste and scent enveloped him as the electricity from her lips sparked goose bumps across his body. He slowly pulled back, his cheeks flush with excitement and worry. Stacy smiled and reached to wipe the lipstick from his mouth and the worry melted away with the last of the ice cream.
He’d never kissed a girl before but it was just as he’d imagined - earth shattering; brilliant; beautiful. Just like Stacy.
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Jenn Monty, also known as Brewed Bohemian, is a lover of Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Horror and anything with "Punk" in the name. She is an avid reader and writes flash fiction at www.BrewedBohemian.blogspot.com
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Your descriptions of the buildup and his ultimate first kiss was excellent. There were so many lines that drew me into the kiss. This line is but one example- "they sat forehead to forehead trying not to get a brain freeze. He felt like some rock-a-billy throw back in a Norman Rockwell painting."
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