Miniature Writing Challenge – Today’s challenge is a tribute to childhood. Write a short story, poem or haiku about children, for children or about a childhood memory.
He kissed me for the first time under a tree that smelled of summer. We were both ten. It lasted a second, if that long, and we parted, white and pink petals raining down around us. I was thrilled and embarrassed and flushed red, letting out a tiny giggle as I turned and ran down the hill to my house. The next day, nothing had changed. He was still my best bud and I was his.
But today, as I watch my best bud marry his bride, a girl nothing like me, posh and upper-class, gracious and well-educated, under that same tree, our tree, I realize everything changed that day. But it’s too late. After the ceremony, I give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him I love him. He pats me on the back and says he loves me too, but I’m sure he doesn’t know what I mean. I skip the reception, and walk slowly down the hill again, reassured by the smell of summer in the air.