Today I'm sharing some flash fiction from Kim Culpepper. Kim's a new writer, and this is the first piece she has ever submitted. Crazy! This one's called Love Without Time.
Enjoy.
She leaned in slowly to kiss him. This would be the first and last time her lips would ever press against his.
“I can’t believe this may be the last time we ever see each other. I’ve wanted you for over a year and now that I can have you, this is the end,” she whispered softly to him.
He looked into her eyes and stroked the side of her cheek. “You can’t end something that never began,” he said.
A single tear rolled down her cheek and she leaned her head against his chest. He stroked her long auburn hair and pulled her away from him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, as he pointed his .45 to her forehead.
“Wait!” she interrupted. “I just want you to know that…”
He pulled the trigger. Her lifeless body fell to the floor and he looked at the blood splatter on the wall behind her. That was all that was left of her. He knew what she wanted to say, but it didn’t matter.
The virus had entered her bloodstream and he knew she didn’t have but seconds more to live. She wanted to live, and would have used every excuse in the world to live those last few seconds, but he wasn’t willing to risk being infected by her.
He knew that she was happy to live only moments in his arms, and to know that he was hers for those few moments made her last dying seconds the happiest of her life. To not let her finish saying what she wanted him to know was enough to keep him running from the undead.
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Enjoy.
Love Without Time
She leaned in slowly to kiss him. This would be the first and last time her lips would ever press against his.
“I can’t believe this may be the last time we ever see each other. I’ve wanted you for over a year and now that I can have you, this is the end,” she whispered softly to him.
He looked into her eyes and stroked the side of her cheek. “You can’t end something that never began,” he said.
A single tear rolled down her cheek and she leaned her head against his chest. He stroked her long auburn hair and pulled her away from him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, as he pointed his .45 to her forehead.
“Wait!” she interrupted. “I just want you to know that…”
He pulled the trigger. Her lifeless body fell to the floor and he looked at the blood splatter on the wall behind her. That was all that was left of her. He knew what she wanted to say, but it didn’t matter.
The virus had entered her bloodstream and he knew she didn’t have but seconds more to live. She wanted to live, and would have used every excuse in the world to live those last few seconds, but he wasn’t willing to risk being infected by her.
He knew that she was happy to live only moments in his arms, and to know that he was hers for those few moments made her last dying seconds the happiest of her life. To not let her finish saying what she wanted him to know was enough to keep him running from the undead.
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