Security

I know that love has once lived in this house.

This is my first visit to the house where Aryan has spent many years. He is beaming, as he shows me around the place. Aryan mentions that the memory of his loved one is immortalized in this piece, made to order. She loved doughnuts, and they loved each other more than anything else in the world. For once, I am not envious of his closeness to another female.

I feel the welcoming warmth, the promise of a secure future. I am ready to commit to a man, who loves dogs.

(100 words)

 

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

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