Flash Fiction Poem by Jose Armando Guzman

Flash Fiction



Her smile spoke to me.
The shine of her essence spoke to me.
It was the way she held her book
as she read that sent a shiver
through my entity.

Her aura and vibration spoke to me.
The laughter and cheer in her voice
spoke to me.
Even her silence spoke to me.

It was a beautiful moment under
the fluorescent lighting.

Our story was flash fiction.
500 words.
No more.
No less.

Thursday, July 31, 2014
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Jose Armando Guzman

Jose Armando Guzman

Nogales, Sonora Mexico
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