Day#13, MicroFiction4

With those killer looks and charming smile my first crush walked in my heart. I remember the day we first held hands; it sang the song of love. Days went, nights passed and things changed. His brother is my love today. Should I go back in the past and hold his hands? No way.

This Post is written for Day#13 of NaBloPoMo which challenges you to a blog post every single day in November. This is a great opportunity to publish posts daily, meet other bloggers, and try something new. 

Author: Novemberschild

I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.

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