Monday Flash Fiction, vol. 2
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 in 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?