• Daniela Kankova

Monday Flash Fiction, vol. 2

Updated: Jun 16

The fragrance reminded me of freshly brewed black tea. Citrus, bergamot, caffeine. Earl Grey. So delicate, but intense. I looked at him. He smiled. I couldn’t but look deeply into his eyes. They were like two blue lagoons. I could see old fishermen there in the waters impatiently waiting for a catch, surrounded by beaches with grown pine trees where women would sit in the shadows waiting for their men. I could see a reflection of myself in the waters. What would happen if he cried?



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