Here is a little bit of flash fiction for Friday:
It was a kiss within a kiss within a kiss.
It was a kiss within a kiss within a kiss. Like a never ending conundrum of arousal tinged with sadness and longing. It was at once an echo of all the kisses of the past and the promise of more kisses to come. She would miss kisses like this the most she decided as she wrapped her arms around his strong frame. What would she do without her wake up kiss or her bedtime kiss or her ‘just because I love you’ kiss? She would use their memory to keep her warm as he fought in a war she wished would soon be over.
I hope you enjoy it!