Flash Fiction: On the Edge

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Drabble: A form of micro-fiction that has exactly 100 words

I sat in my car. They strolled along the beach, arms intertwined.

Beyond my gaze, they were lovers, not students. And what an unlikely couple!

She was older, not wiser. A restless wind devoured her words. While he stared at frothy waves on white sand, she giggled and gripped his shoulders.

They had tainted my special place.

As they headed my way, I pretended to read. His hand enveloped her slender waist, pulling her close. Their lips met. He released his grip and stared at me with beseeching eyes.

My engine sputtered as I drove away with their little secret.

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© Christene Campbell at Cozy Caribbean Fiction