Creative Writing Experiments (Week 2)
Microfiction As we walked, winter continued to steal away the light and burn through our time. Occasionally a brisk wind walked with us. While the lake was romantic- with its still water, straining light and focused joggers, the walk back home wound through a private path known only to the locals and used most frequently by us. Secluded within a forest, the trees had paved the way and now patiently stood by. Between their branches, we could see glimpses of a grey and darkening sky above and, ahead of us, the path was lost under the horizon. I laughed and pressed myself closer to him. He staggered under my weight and ploughed us through a puddle of leaves. For a moment, a flurry of gold and copper rained around us. If this was a movie, he would have moved in for the kiss. But the opportunity was missed. While I stopped to admire the dead, floating leaves, he spun me around, detangling himself from my grip and flashed that infamous smile. He leaned in, quite far considering our h