Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
by Dawn M. Miller
Red always made Rosie feel happy.
Erik moved closer to her on the bench, pulling his scarf closer to him. His hand remained in his pockets.
“I see now why you call this the red park,” he said.
Rosie smiled. Her cheeks flushed. “It’s my favourite place to get away from the world. It’s never cheery enough.”
Erik stretched and inched his arm around her. She remained still, not wanting to scare him off. The fountain burst and sprayed. The water danced carelessly, spraying droplets onto unsuspecting pedestrians. The children in their cherry coats screamed and ran; their mother in a pink beret sprinted on after.
“I never really like red before.”
Rosie’s stomach dropped. Everything with him had been perfect up to his red-rimmed words. What was she going to do with him?
He caught her glare and smiled. “But…”
She swallowed. “But?”
“But here, next to you, in this melting pot of red, it becomes the most beautiful colour.” He raised his hand to touch her red face.
All was rosy again.
A little piece of happy, cheery fluff for my first piece for flash fiction for aspiring writers.