It was already too late, I knew it.
Gerald Jones sits in his car, patiently waiting for her to appear.
This is my 150-word flash fiction which appeared in the 145th May 2018 online issue of Ad Hoc Fiction, my entry for the word prompt…
You allowed yourself come into my words path,we both know I let you in fully aware,and met around my brand new soul, gone was wrath,blindfolded as to how much you and I would dare.
It is not able to be seen
but it shows up in clenched
trust was taken in vain:abducted by a gildedform of sublime vanity,she was held hostagein the bowers of an…