Striking

So I found a bunch of stuff I had written back in high school and my early college years. It has been YEARS since I've written anything. Way back when, I hit writer's block. And then I had kids, so it was pretty impossible to even get my thoughts organized enough to put them down on paper. So anyway, here's something I wrote my senior year of high school, and it also happens to be one of my favorites.

Striking

Goodbye for now.

The whisper echoed as their fingers slowly broke contact.

The stares lingered

Their footsteps became slow and halted.

Her lips moved slightly as she backed away.

Her eyes could not leave the depths of his

Her skin still burned where his had touched hers so gently.

Her heart pounded in such anticipation.

He loved the way her hair carelessly blew across her face.

He ached to reach up and softly brush it behind her ear.

He longed to pull her close, to experience her heart beating against his in such rapture.

He needed to feel her breath against his cheek one last time.

The strangers passed, casting a glance at each other

The look that was meant to last for only a second

Lasted for a moment.

It continued as they kept walking their separated ways.

Lightning must have struck.