A 100 Word story that I wrote and had the idea for a while ago. Enjoy!
A quiet pounding in the taxi, growing, and now strangers pushing past us, a cacophony of bodies, rows of seats, moving sidewalks, languages. Phrases building into my head, filling gaps in my ears-
You sigh.
“Guess… this is it. Ben.”
I swallow.
A quiet tug, a lingering pull and heart pounding and what if I regret- but I need to-
You pull me into your warmth, muted buzzing, building, what if and go and guilt and love and- but I’m so, so tired.
Home.
The ghost of your lips, and then I swivel, sprinting, because if not, I’ll look back.