I am so excited to be part of this weeks masters of writing flash fiction challenge- week 3. The word promt for the week is lost. Thanks Pia for inviting me to participate.
Here it goes:
This is perfection, I thought as I laid my head on your shoulders and you caress my face. Me and you. You and me. Just being and drowning in our love. We talk deep into the night making plans for our future and relish in the long life we have ahead. I am not sure when I finally fell asleep, but I woke up with a start and feel for you next to me. Nothing. I try to remember the feel of your hands and what we had talked about. Nothing. It is lost to me as you are, forever.