Here is my contribution to this week’s wonderful flash fiction prompt via Rochelle Wisoff-Fields over at Addicted to Purple http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com Hope that you enjoy it and feedback is welcomed!
Looking At Life In A Rippled Mirror
Their reflections rippled in the lake amidst the ever growing chorus of fall colors that framed the lake’s edges with a rainbow of reds, golds, and browns. They had met here 20 years ago on a college hike and now they were back walking that same path they had walked as freshman with the glint-eyed madness of young love.
The birds which flitted about them, landing here and there, caused him to stop and look backward in his memory.
“What is it Peter?” Jane asked.
With an impish grin Peter turned and said, “Do you remember the first time we really kissed?”
“PETER!” she shouted with disgust and walked away.
“I guess not,” he thought.