Love Is Blind
A Microfiction Story For The Keep It 100 Challenge
One hundred steps between my front door and hers. I know because I counted each one of them that first time, when her singing reached my ears. Her enchanting voice drew me in, made my heart race as one, two, three locks clicked open, then a pivot and the turn of a key locked my apartment back up tight.
Even in my stupor of desire, I stopped to listen for feet on padded carpet. Hearing none, I went and pushed my ear against that door. I’ve done it a hundred times since then. And now I sit in wait. Sing, my unknown angel, my secret paradise, and let your words fall upon my heart.
Author's Note: I wrote this story as a contest entry for the Keep It 100 Challenge. I hope you enjoyed the read. I'd love to hear what you think, so please feel free to leave a comment, click the heart, and subscribe!
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Laura Pruett
Laura Pruett, author of The Dwarves Of Dimmerdown and others.
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Cleverly done… counting the steps.
Wow, this is beautiful!
This is a beautiful entry!
Exquisitely done, Laura! Set such a vivid scene and evoked a strong sense of yearning! You have set a high bar in the microfiction category with the first entry!
This was absolutely beautiful! I could see myself counting steps to the woman I love's door. Unfortunately she lived 6000 miles away.