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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 o...

DISCLAIMER: Each week I am going to aim to post one piece of creative writing here, in order to create a small portfolio of my work but to also share it and hopefully improve as the weeks go by. Week 1- OPENING SCENE, The scene opens on a dreary train platform, the sign reads ‘Y Fenni Abergavenny’. It is dark, gone midnight and a small flickering station-lamp illuminates the station. Enter BRADLEY and MORGAN, two students, Bradley is calm and collected whereas Morgan seems flustered. Morgan: [rushing ahead] We’ve missed it, we’ve missed it, I told you we would miss it. Who has a party in the middle of nowhere anyway? Bradley: Hardly middle of nowhere and we haven’t missed it. It’s probably just late, they usually are. We can just wait. Unless you fancy walking all the back to Cardiff. Morgan: [sighs, shuffling from one foot to the other as if cold and mutters] Hope it’s soon. Bradley: Oh come on, ...