He finds my lips. I melt into him and all the sadness evaporates. This is not a Promise Kiss, all organized and proper. Desire opens between us and pulses like rain in the steamy sunshine. A rainbow of wants colors our movement. There is no turning back. He lowers me to the ground and we continue this frenzied dance. I need him from my rooty toes to my branching core to my budding crown. He pulls me under.

A/N: This is my entry for the flash-fiction contest hosted by @su-SPEC-t in which a five-line love story is set in an alternate universe.

I'm excited to be in great company as one of the winners. Read these enticing entries here: https://www.wattpad.com/223360686-su-spec-t-contests-contest-winners And congrats to the other winners!







To learn more about Fuchsia and Cord, please visit the attached botanical novella, and thank you for this opportunity to share their strange green world.

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