Inter-twined fingers. Smiles. Circumscribing the holy fire. Behind smiles, both yearned those days - once upon a time - grasping sweaty palms, running in shorts and skirt, oblivious of bruised knees.
Pangs of growing up!
This 33 word fiction is an entry for today's prompt - "Once Upon a Time(in 33 words)" hosted at APromptEachDay.
We dream of growing up to that day, and then dream of returning to the day we dreamed :) Yep. True to life :)
ReplyDeleteThe pangs of growing up is so true. Beautiful indeed.
ReplyDeleteThis tugged my heart.
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