Kismet

The first of  my ‘microstories’ – 150 words or less

The sun slowly broke through the clouds as the last of the dew found its resting place among the town’s greenery.  Gingerly, she took hold of his hand, wondering if today, this very sunrise, marked the beginning of the last relationship in her life.  She ached for it to be so; ached to be rid of the hurt and heartache, the clubs and bars and dances and first kisses and last goodbyes.  She looked up at him and smiled.

Holding her hand, he pulled her closer, nestled his face in her hair and breathed in her scent.  He found her invigorating, a breath of fresh air in a stagnant city.  Somehow, deep down, he knew she was the one.  As the sun broke over the skyline, he pictured places to bury her body.

Together, they found birth by sunlight, belonging.

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