MICROFICTION
She Wished She’d Kissed Him
When love is too late.

Plastic snakes wound through her wavy hair; he wanted to touch her. They’d left the Halloween party and were back at his parents’ house.
Sharing drags off the same cigarette, on the patio, they discussed life after high school. Since the first day of writing class their crush was mutual and unspoken.
She wanted to hold hands; fingers interlaced, brown and white. Her heart raced. Leaning in closer, fondling the wine glass, she imagined kissing him, loving him.
She wondered what could have been. Sharing the cigarette was the closest they’d ever get to a kiss. His girlfriend was calling.







