It is harder to pack a load of emotions and meaning into a short story than an epic novel. Well done.
I first kissed her when I was eleven and she was ten. It was all very shy and cutesy and twee. Eyes closed, two lips locking, no tongue of course. No spark either. We called it love but was it really anything more than liking each other’s company? A simple sealing of a close friendship?
Read the rest of the tale and 100 more stories in 300 words or less in YOU’RE GETTING SLEEPY, THE HYPNOTIST’S APPRENTICE YAWNED.