STORY STARTER
Submitted by chiyo | チヨ |
'We leaned up against the wall, and I had no idea what was coming next.'
Write this as the opening or closing line to your story, in any genre.
Alleyway
(LITTLE DANCE BREAK TO CELEBRATE MY FIRST PROMPT ON DAILY PROMPTS!!!!!!! okay now the actual story)
We leaned up against the wall, and I had no idea what was coming next. “E-excuse me mister, could you possibly need anything from me?..” It was hard to believe I was the one in control, with pepper spray in my pocket if he tried anything to me. Whatever could I do if I felt like he was a bit too innocent for me to use it?.. Whatever. I had to act like a timid little teen if I wanted to get out of the situation.
He just said nothing. The only thing he did for a while was stare. He wouldn’t let me slip under his arms, either. My face met his with complete confusion. _Just let me go to my destination! _Getting a little irritated, I pulled out my pepper spray and held it low. Then, out of nowhere, he started to cry.
“_You really _did _lose your memory…_”
And just like that, he made me remember I hadn’t an idea who I was. The fellow must’ve been a close relative or whatnot if he had the courage to pin me to the wall. My voice felt weak, so I could only muster up a “I’m sorry….”
“It’s not your fault, Wimna… it’s… I loved you so much and you don’t remember it at all…” I patted the back of my once lover. “It must be so hard to lose a loved one… I can’t ever imagine it…” Felt a bit weird, seeing how I was the lost loved one. “Well… it doesn’t have to be lost,” he replied.
And I felt gravitated toward him. Without any more consideration, we just straight up kissed. My new lover, and yet who already was my lover, all at the same time, holding my head into his lips. How romantic, I thought, that there was someone already arranged for me, who I fall right into.
As we stopped, our eyes immediately dropped to the passersby who were watching us. It reminded me not everyone could be as lucky as me in that exact precious moment with my perfect lover. If not for our meeting each other today, I may have met someone else who _wouldn’t_ be so good to me.
“Oh, I’m sorry if our interaction interrupted you, Winma…” “No, no— in fact, it would be pretty vital for me to know I had a lover in the first place,” I responded to him. He laughed a little bit, then held my hand. “I assume you want an introduction to this place?”
“Sure,” and then we went along our merry way.
(might extend it again)