I recently entered a contest for very short writing and came up with two, fun pieces. Enjoy!

LOST

She sat at the diner, coffee cold, muffin half eaten

And wondered where to go next.

He hadn’t even sent a note or called

But she knew it was over the way you know

When a storm is coming and is about to break

Over your head.

DELICIOUS

He leaned in and she felt the heat of his face

The stubble of whiskers

His eyes on hers and she couldn’t help

But lift her face, her heart

Because just at that moment in the dark alley

They shared their first kiss.