A 100-word love story

I like a good writing challenge but I’m not the cheesy romantic type (that’s my husband), so when I saw The Community Edition’s post asking for 100-word love stories I decided to step outside my comfort zone and embrace the cheese. I wrote a 100-word love story, poem, tale, whatever you want to call this. I didn’t actually submit this to TCE because I chickened out before deadline.

Some of you may recognize this place and these people, however in Bollywood style I must include the following disclaimer: The characters in this story are fictitious, any resemblance to a person living or dead is purely coincidental.

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A Phil’s love story

We found each other on the dance floor but neither of us remembers that part. Just the sticky floors and walls, the pulsing heat and sweet stink of sweat.

Then we’re outside and curls of smoke encircle us in the cold winter air. We don’t feel the chill though.

The night ticks away to M.I.A and MGMT.

We revel in our shared left-handedness. Smug and content.

Just another boy and girl in a bar. We wonder if we will truly meet again.

What we don’t see in those moments is a future together that stretches far beyond our youthful imaginations.