Friday Fictioneers: Raspberry Kisses
For Friday Fictioneers, Madison Woods‘ 100-word picture prompt challenge.
Her lips that were tinted slightly by the raspberries touched mine and my knees weakened. I closed my eyes to lose myself a little, trying to enjoy her but her hair tickled my nose and I scratched.
I thought of the time when we were just children, when mother placed raspberries on vanilla ice cream and I thought those little red things looked so pretty on the creamy white.
I watched the ice cream melt, and the red pretties would collapse into the pool of white sludge. I never touched raspberries, they disappointed me.
And as I tasted them on the inside of her mouth, I decided I still did not like raspberries.