tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post8388664794929135736..comments2023-10-19T11:52:05.429-04:00Comments on Spicin' It Up: Spicin' It Up Flash Fiction Contest!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753490551589564849noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post-45668050339424662902014-10-23T10:19:52.021-04:002014-10-23T10:19:52.021-04:00Thanks for dropping by Cari! Great story, and I ho...Thanks for dropping by Cari! Great story, and I hope to see an entry next week :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post-64714256354456638622014-10-23T00:44:25.433-04:002014-10-23T00:44:25.433-04:00I thought I had more time, but I forgot the contes...I thought I had more time, but I forgot the contest is always in Eastern time rather than Central time. However, I would still love to post my piece even though it's closed. Unfortunately I didn't see the Facebook post until 9:30 Central time. :(<br /><br /> Vibrant red and gold leaves littered the ground as we walk hand-in-hand through the winding trail. The crisp autumn breeze sifts through my hair, lifting the heavy curls off my nape. His hand warm and strong, his palm rough with callouses. The waning sunlight filters through the twining branches overhead, throwing its golden rays onto his strong, handsome face. He smiles as his eyes gaze into mine. The warmth in their depths sent a rush through me as we follow the well-worn path through the forest, the canopy casting dancing shadows below. We walk along the path, foliage crunching beneath our feet the only sounds breaking the silence. I breathe in deep and smile, the scent of man and nature teasing my senses. <br /><br /> We continue in silence up the bluff. Higher and higher, the setting sun our only guide as we head toward our destination. Our favorite spot. Our pace is sedate, but I feel a strong undercurrent zinging between us. Anticipation. Like I’m standing on the cusp of a great precipice. A turning point that will have far-reaching consequences.<br /><br /> We reach the pinnacle. The canopy disappears, the skies crystalline blue. The man beside me is bathed in the golden glow as his fingers trail up my arm and wend into the heavy tresses of my hair. His palm cups my cheek as I smile up at him. His dark eyes reflect sun’s warmth as he drops to one knee. His fist unfurls like a flag.<br /><br /> “Will you marry me?”<br /><br />Cari Bower<br />nascat24@hotmail.com<br />250Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12876232954745424499noreply@blogger.com