Written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses
I take a spoon of porridge, he is still looking at me. I feel I will spill everything and destroy this feast. His eyes are dancing with joy and something else, something I cannot see amid the throng of voices and sounds. Why can’t they just stop to let me see whether he loves me or
And I stop there. I don’t want to keep going because the minute has passed. You are free to think of the rest of the story.