Title: Next Season
Source: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Word count: 175 words
My thundering heartbeat pulsed, obliterating the sound of the crashing surf. Its steady thumping was the only sound I heard as I stared at her face, trying to understand.
“Jeremy are you ok?” she asked.
I didn’t respond as I struggled to comprehend. Every second together we documented and shared with the world. The first time I saw her, our first date, our first kiss and my declaration of undying love, were tested, rated, liked and judged. My moves were orchestrated, planned and executed ensuring I won her heart. And it worked. Last night I held her close, and she told me she loved me, and she wanted to grow old together.
“How did this happen?”
“Jeremy, you know the rules. They voted, and the results are in. I am in love with Gabe and will marry him.” She kissed my cheek and walked away. The director motioned, and the camera zoomed, recording my tears, capturing every emotion before they drifted away following her, the star. Stunned, I smiled, knowing I was next season’s star.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer