With Each Tap

Over the weekend I participated in a flash fiction writing challenge. You are given a genre, action and word that needs to be included, 24 hours to complete the challenge, and it needs to be under 250 words. Here was my challenge:

Genre: Romance
Action: Using a walking stick
Word: right

I have never done anything like this and it was a challenge for sure, but I enjoyed it. There are 5,486 writers participating in 115 groups with approximately 48 writers per group. Let’s see if I make it to the next round!


With Each Tap

She turns the corner of the path and blinks as a brilliant ray of sunlight announces itself from behind a looming pine. Her walking stick taps along the worn cobbles, a well-timed beat that has slowed over the course of the 20 years since she’s needed it. Each tap reveals a memory of the making of this path.

Tap. 

Their first kiss on the stump of a now-rotting oak on her right.

Tap. 

After a midnight skinny-dip, cool beads of lake water dripping from his hair, twinkling in the moonlight, and falling onto her nose as he leans in to whisper “I love you” for the first time.

Tap. 

Directed by a note, she sees the glow of the emerald moss from flickering candles lighting the pathway. She finds him waiting at the end on one knee, not just with a ring, but with a promise to always walk with her. 

Tap. 

His voice as he quietly hums a lullaby next to her as she carries their son, his feather blonde hair lightly tickling her cheek as the breeze floats by. 

Tap. 

He smiles down crookedly, showing one dimple, as he lets out a mischievous roar and chases their daughter. 

Tap. 

Hand in hand as they find themselves alone once again, reintroducing themselves to each other, even though she knows every line in his face. 

Tap. 

The silence of his absent footsteps next to her echoes deafeningly. 

Tap. 

Tap.

Tap.

Her eyes still closed, she absorbs the warmth and smiles.  

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