Fourteen on the Fourteenth
The Canadian Writers Collective celebrates Valentine's Day with six fourteen-word flashes.
Fresh leather. American cigarettes.
He was a bad boy, but he smelled so good.
— Mel Bell
Been There, Done That
In trash: one photo album, white gown and veil.
Down toilet: one gold band.
— Tricia Dower
From the heat of damask and down,
one foot barely touches the cool floor.
— Tamara Lee
Steamy mirror afterwards.
You wait your turn with one hand around my tea cup.
— J.A. McDougall
Kissing. Pulling closer from the small of her back.
His hand spans her clavicle.
— Patricia Parkinson
The epicentre of love is not the beloved.
— Andrew Tibbetts
Take a stab at your own fourteen-word micro-fiction on the theme of love, and share it with us in the comments section, below. You can include the title in the word count as Andrew has done, or not, like the rest of us. The comment we love the most this month gets a prize!
Photo taken by Tricia on the Big Island of Hawaii, 2003. Hope you're still going strong, Rob and Patty.