The following is a featured 100-word story from the June Writing Challenge.
The pavements were painted with the last of the late afternoon sunshine. Our footsteps echoed through the silent streets. I wonder where people have gone.
The silence between us was deafening, our words seamlessly lost in a Labyrinth.
Despite the last bits of sunshine, the wind blew cold against my skin.
But then… warmth crept up my left arm, as if sensing my shiver. I looked down, only to see your fingers curled around mine. They were incredibly warm.
And at that moment, the unspoken words seem to have announced themselves.
I savored the warmth, until I opened my eyes.