Friday Flash Fiction

tall-trees I honestly thought it was Friday this morning, so I posted this, then hid it when I realized it was Thursday, then decided, who cares what day it is?

Just in case you were still worrying about poor Libby’s fate……

“Libby! Can you hear me?”

She opened her eyes. The sun was too bright; trees swam in and out of her line of vision.

Focus: try to focus. A sea of blue – Reed’s eyes looking into hers. Focus on that steady light; cling to it.

Fear, concern, relief washed across Reed’s face. Then Libby saw something else in his eyes and smiled.

Reed’s hands trembled as he touched her hair, her face, her lips.

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