Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Fickle Love

Here's my micro fiction piece for Three Word Wednesday this week:


Tom and Charles were sharing some good-natured banter while tossing a ball back and forth until Tom caught a glance from Sarah, causing him to fumble and drop the ball on his bare foot, which led to some undignified hopping around. By the time he looked again, Sarah was gone.  

10 comments:

Alice Audrey said...

Poor Tom. He fumbled that one. ;)

Great us of three words. Please come see my three words

Lilibeth said...

That's the way it goes with young love. I remember when my daughter and I were riding along a quiet street. "Look, Mom, "she said suddenly, "That boy likes me." Up ahead was a little boy riding a bike on the sidewalk. He turned around, saw her, and promptly fell off his bike. That's love in kindergarten.

Angel said...

Thanks for reading, y'all.

Laurie Kolp said...

Sweet, but was he hoping or hopping around?

Sheilagh Lee said...

he needs to run after Sarah.:)
Great story.

Kim Nelson said...

such is life!

Bethe77 said...

That was really cute! i felt like I wa out there playing with them.
Blessings

oldegg said...

Sarah may be gone but not forgotten. Excellent micro-fiction.

jaerose said...

Love is indeed fickle..over as quick as a dropped ball..Jae

Angel said...

Thanks, everyone, especially Laurie for pointing out my typo!