Fast Fiction Challenge: Silver Blue and Kisses
Title: Silver Blue and Kisses
Word: serendipity
Challenger: rockoctopus
Length: 200 words exactly The scores were still to come, but she could feel the thump of her heart, and the blush on her face.
The kiss had been an accident, unintended, but the serendipity of it did nothing to lessen its effect.
In front of two thousand people surrounding the ice rink, the nine judges currently finalising their opinions, and approximately half a billion viewers worldwide, her partner had kissed her as the final bars of the music faded.
And what a kiss. What had been intended as a peck on the cheek had turned into far more than had been anticipated by anyone.
Three years of training, thousands of hours of practice… all had led in one way or another, she now realised, to this moment. They had taken to the ice in a ludicrous pairing of silver and blue, that hardly matched the classical music of Beethoven. But of course, the end had taken care of that.
As the scores came up, she winced, and felt her partner tense. As they gathered their clothes from the ice, she could only hope that they were judging their skating, not what had followed.
A person’s ego could only take so much, after all…
© Lee Barnett, 2006
Word: serendipity
Challenger: rockoctopus
Length: 200 words exactly The scores were still to come, but she could feel the thump of her heart, and the blush on her face.
The kiss had been an accident, unintended, but the serendipity of it did nothing to lessen its effect.
In front of two thousand people surrounding the ice rink, the nine judges currently finalising their opinions, and approximately half a billion viewers worldwide, her partner had kissed her as the final bars of the music faded.
And what a kiss. What had been intended as a peck on the cheek had turned into far more than had been anticipated by anyone.
Three years of training, thousands of hours of practice… all had led in one way or another, she now realised, to this moment. They had taken to the ice in a ludicrous pairing of silver and blue, that hardly matched the classical music of Beethoven. But of course, the end had taken care of that.
As the scores came up, she winced, and felt her partner tense. As they gathered their clothes from the ice, she could only hope that they were judging their skating, not what had followed.
A person’s ego could only take so much, after all…
© Lee Barnett, 2006