It was a fling. Summer love; meant to mean nothing when it was time to go back home with the memories.
Darlene was very beautiful. Nobody had told her this enough. He loved how she’d blush whenever he told her this.
She found his two left feet amusing and never got angry when he stepped on her toes. Instead she laughed that deep, throaty laugh. The dance continued.
Sunset. A mild breeze. She’s walking far ahead of him. She turns to smile at him. His stomach drops out and he realises no, this isn’t a fling. It’s the real deal.
Copyright C.R.M. Nilsson 2010
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