One inch of glass was all that stood between them. She’d measured, knuckling her finger and squinting with her face against the cold, cold window. Still, one inch between her and her Tomàs meant little.
Some days -well, nights, really- she’d leaned a sunken cheek against her side and felt those serious, warm lips from his side. Her weak heart fluttered.
“Come away, child,” they told her; dragged her.
Stretching, grasping; she used what little strength she could muster. To stay. To keep watching.
To keep loving Tomàs, the paper boy on the corner who never turned her way.
©2020 Chelsea Owens
Coming from a sad place, for Carrot Ranch‘s prompt this week:
April 23, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about distance dating. It can be any genre, era, or setting. Who is dating, and why the distance? How do the characters overcome, accept, or break up because of the distance? Go where the prompt leads!
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