In response to Priceless Joy’s photo prompted Flash Fiction challenge (75 – 175 words). An extra special thanks to PJ for the marvelous photo, too.
The air around him vibrated. Today was the day.
‘I will talk to him.’
He squeezed through the crowd loitering in front of her apartment building and glanced over. Her throat tightened. A small, fleeting smile graced his face.
Her heart raced after him. She couldn’t do this anymore. She placed her book down and shot to her feet.
He strolled into the park. Golden rays of sunlight filtered through the trees and highlighted his every step. The barking dogs, squealing kids, and couple-ly couples — none of them mattered. He was only a few yards away. She picked up her pace. But he stopped and put his hand on some girl’s arm. They smiled at each other.
‘Fool!’ She blushed and whipped around, heart melting and hardening like steel. How could she let herself believe—
Rushing feet sounded from behind. Her pulse ramped up again.
A little boy sped past with a red balloon wisping in the breeze. It wasn’t him.
She laughed at herself, feeling more deflated.
“That little thief,” a soft, deep voice said from behind her. “That balloon was meant for you.”
(186 words ^_^)