Lately I’ve been stuck with writer’s block on here and really everywhere. So I played around for a bit and came up with a 100 word story.
She walked down the street, hands in her pockets. The brisk cold burned against her cheeks. This town was supposed to be strictly temporary, but she found herself falling in love with it more each day.
She paused near a window shop, gazing at the dresses inside. Prices too high for her to ever buy. She started to walk again when she ran into something. Someone. She glanced up at deep green emerald eyes, struggling to find her breath.
“Sorry,” he murmured, fighting a grin.
She smiled, too. Staring into his eyes, she realized staying might not be so bad.