Flash Fiction Time!

I am loving this storyline, especially since it’s something I’ve never tried to write before. I’ve been doing this one longer than I realized, though. Since April. Wow! I think this will be the last week of this story, unless you all holler at me and insist I keep it going. lol. Who knows? Maybe Bo and Isabella will get their own book in the future. Hope you enjoy how this ends!

Prompt: I love crazy.

Hands in his hair, he pulled hard. Nothing made sense. Not her visions. Not what happened today. Not what happened three years ago. Just call it a cluster.

Blowing out a deep breath, he stood up from the couch. He needed to check on her. She’d been sleeping all day ever since they came to her house. It was nearing midnight. There’s no way he’d be able to sleep until she woke up and he knew she was okay.

Inching the bedroom door open, he paused for a moment to take in her beauty. Her beautiful blonde hair lay gracefully on the pillow, her body curled into the blankets with one leg peeking out. One soft, silky leg just waiting for him to caress.

Ugh! Not the time for that nonsense. Oh, but he wanted to make the time. He wanted her just as badly as he did three years ago. Like the idiot he was, he turned away from her. Like the jerk he was, he made her think earlier today that it was her fault they broke up.

Taking his time, he tiptoed to the bed and gently sat on the edge. His hand ached to touch her. Just one little touch. But he refrained. He held himself in check.

He loved her so much it hurt to think about it. These past three years, he had perfected the art of not thinking about her. All it took was one simple phone call from her to make all those turbulent feelings come rushing back in.

He loved her now. He loved her back then. In his crazy ass way, he told her today he had always loved her. The disbelief on her face shouldn’t have surprised him. He never said the words before today. Apparently, his actions back then weren’t very clear about it either. Of course not. Expressing his feelings wasn’t something he excelled at. But she was here now. Back in his life. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes twice.

She started to stir, twisting her body towards him. A soft, warm hand landed on his thigh. It was enough to make his body go wild. Lowering his mouth, he brushed a tender kiss across her forehead.

How much would she hate him if he slid under the covers with her? He needed to get some sleep. She could be out for the count until morning. Two visions in one day took a huge toll on her.

Before he could back away, put some space between them, she whispered, “What time is it?”


She jerked and tried to sit up, but he pushed lightly on her shoulders. “You need the rest.”

“That feels real.”

He gave her a perplexed look. “What does?”

Her eyes glided to his hand that still rested on her shoulder, his thumb softly rubbing it. “You’re real.”

A chuckle escaped. “Of course I am.”

“I thought earlier, maybe I was…”

He knew what she was saying. The things he said confused her more than he realized. If only he would’ve professed his love back then, instead of assuming she’d figure it out. Truth was his love for her still scared him. His feet ached to run, while at the same time, climb into bed with her. His emotions tumbled around like a rough current in the middle of the ocean.

“I’m real. I’m here. I’m not leaving.” He felt a little more anchored to the ground expressing that. “Go back to sleep.”

“Those people…”

“We’ll talk more in the morning. There’s nothing we can do about it now.”

Her eyes grew round with shock. “Meaning, what?”

“Shit.” He couldn’t hide the grimace. “I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

She tried to sit up again, but he impeded her movements. “What happened?”

He hated the misery, the pain in her eyes. Brushing his lips to hers, he hoped that would erase a small trace of it away. “A bomb went off earlier this evening. We don’t know how many people are injured or dead, but it took out at least ten homes in a residential neighborhood on the west side of town.”

Tears glistened in her eyes as her body tensed. “And my second vision…”

“No word yet of any victims.”

“What’s going on, Bo? My visions have never failed me before. Why now?” She turned her head away as the tears came flooding out.

Wrapping her in his arms, he held her tightly. “You didn’t fail. It’s not your fault. You have to believe that.”

“Just like I was supposed to believe you loved me.” Each word came out with a sob. “I just need this all to be a horrible nightmare. None of it can be real.”

His breath hitched as a sharp pain hit his heart. “Even me?” He relaxed his grip, yet didn’t move away from her. “I suck at this relationship stuff, but I never wanted you to leave. I admit I pushed you away back then even though I loved you. I still do. It scares the hell out of me.”

For the longest time, she was silent, crying into his arms. He said nothing more as his hands wove up and down her back, soothing her as best as he could. Her tears eventually calmed. Nothing but silence filled the room. She must’ve fallen asleep.

“Am I going crazy?” Her whispered words echoed around the room. “I have to be going crazy. Everything that’s happened…what you said…I am crazy.”

She still didn’t believe him. What did he expect? He was never this open with her when they first started dating. Maybe she really did believe this was all a horrible nightmare.

“I love crazy.” He brushed a kiss against her neck. “I love you.”

She lifted her head, her eyes shining brightly into his. “You really do? You’re really real?”

“I’m as real as it gets. Forewarning you, though. I’m probably gonna act like an idiot and screw up in every way I possibly can. Call me crazy, too.”

A warm smile graced her face. “I think I can handle that. I love you, too, Bo.” She snuggled closer. “What about my visions? We have to stop this madman.”

He kissed the top of her head. “We will, sweetheart. Together, we will.”


3 thoughts on “Flash Fiction Time!

  1. I read this and I was like “Omg I love this! (as always with Queen Amanda’s work)” And then I saw the prompt title and I was like “Oh! This must be the prompt!” So I spent all day writing a flash fiction for the prompt and then just after I hit post I looked on goodreads and noticed the prompt was different. Oh well! It’s always fun anyway!

    1. Ah, so sorry! I’ve been doing prompts with my girls (my four year old picked this one) because they love to hear about my writing and what I do, so I’d thought they’d have fun helping me and they do! And yes, writing flash is so much fun! Keeps my writing up when I wanna slack. Lol

      1. Haha! It’s okay. It’s been a stressful week so I’ve been tripping over a lot of things lately. That’s really cool that you girls are picking topics for you lol.

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