The 1950's
mid-morning
street corner
anxious
flowers
scared
his girlfriend's house
"Good morning, Sarah."
There it was. Her house. Her family's brand new yellow house, and I was standing right in front of it. I was seventeen. It was hot--the kind of hot morning that only the summer of '54 can claim. All that was left was crossing the street; then I'd be standing in her father's driveway. I would've turned around, but the flowers were too expensive to let wilt. I gave 'em a good look. They'd already wilted some. When I pulled them down, she was there. "Good morning, Sarah."
Excellent story. You grabbed my attention and I'm excited to see how the action turns out. I feel like I know the character and his nervousness from the language you used.
mid-morning
street corner
anxious
flowers
scared
his girlfriend's house
"Good morning, Sarah."
There it was. Her house. Her family's brand new yellow house, and I was standing right in front of it. I was seventeen. It was hot--the kind of hot morning that only the summer of '54 can claim. All that was left was crossing the street; then I'd be standing in her father's driveway. I would've turned around, but the flowers were too expensive to let wilt. I gave 'em a good look. They'd already wilted some. When I pulled them down, she was there. "Good morning, Sarah."
Excellent story. You grabbed my attention and I'm excited to see how the action turns out. I feel like I know the character and his nervousness from the language you used.