It’s week ten of the flash fiction challenge by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Artists, check out their blog and join in or read other’s posts and be inspired. You never know what can happen on the platform at the train station. Sometimes it’s what you least expect.
Read mine below and feel free to leave a comment. Enjoy!
TOO LATE (151 words)
Like the stampede of a herd of elephants, my heart pounded in my chest. The smell of urine and the stench of rotten garbage engulfed me as my heels took the steps two at a time until they reached the platform. The screech of the BART screamed in my ears, car after car flying past me. Like a bullet. My hair whipped back. My floral skirt swirling around me.
Too late, I’d missed my train. And my last chance to see Luke again. He’d board his flight and I’d be on an empty platform at the airport. Those eyes, those lips. Why had I realized there could be more than friendship a train too late?
I turned to return home, a lonely trip. Only to find my eyes met by a pair of blue ones. Stubbled face, mussed brown hair. And the familiar slope of broad shoulders.
“You stayed,” I whispered.