Three Words

A very short story written in one hundred words. It is my first story under the Anthology of Hundred-Word Stories.

It was afternoon. The gentle wind smelled fiesta.

Most of us in the class decided to visit the bazaar near the plaza after classes. We made our way through the crowded street and took some peek in every stall.

“I love you.”

I looked up from the item I was holding and saw him intently staring at me. I glanced around but no one was giving us attention.

“Give that to someone else.” I avoided his eyes, afraid of what I would see.

He left. I watched the crowd drowned him away from me and thought, was it a dream?

Author's Note

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