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.

 

 

 

Shaina Marrie
15
Philippines

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