Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction

He came in with a whoosh

Beautiful, colorful

Hot and bright

That’s how I remember it. I was sitting there, reading, trying to concentrate on the day’s assignment when he appeared. The library is a quiet restful place, usually; sometimes quite boring if you need to study a subject you’re not interested in. That was the day I met him.

The light of his being was mesmerizing. No one else even seemed to notice. Didn’t they see it? I confess I think he was there only for me. The dreamt for, the wanted, the amazing comet of a man.

August 16: Flash Fiction Challenge

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