The pistol was cocked, ready to go. Aiming at the highway man was easy, pulling the trigger was the problem. I couldn't do it no matter how much I wanted to. His dark brown eyes bore into my soul, that's how if felt at that precise moment. My body responded, unexpectedly, primitive feelings, not appropriate for this situation. My older, pregnant sister and I held up enroute for our summer vacation.

His long black hair fastened by a long navy ribbon, his light mahogany skin, full lips smiling at me was all I could think about. The right eyebrow raised, the wink. I dropped the gun, off balance by his presence. He laughed then said very sensually, 'mmmmmm' and I knew my life had changed forever.

Later he told me he knew we would be married from that day. So did I.


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Anglea (joined almost 10 years ago)

Six minute story is brilliant as a daily mental excercise to write on a variety of topics. It involves a lot of trial and error before I finish in the given time.

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love flashfiction highwayman


The pistol was cocked, ready to go.
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