Two betrayed souls meet in a park, torn between fear and longing. Will they risk a second chance at love or let it slip away?
Grab-Hold First Line
He tossed a peanut toward the pigeons, never expecting his heart might follow its arc.
Flash Fiction Prompt
The park bench had become her quiet refuge, a place where pigeons gathered as if they carried secrets in their wings. She cupped a handful of peanuts, scattering them across the gravel, each toss a silent prayer for peace. A man on the next bench mirrored her, his movements deliberate, almost solemn. Their eyes met for a fleeting second—long enough for recognition, too short to call it safety. Both bore wounds from partners who had promised forever and delivered betrayal. The silence between them was charged, not empty, but filled with what-ifs and maybe-nows. His hand tightened around the peanut bag. Her breath caught in her throat. The pigeons fluttered, oblivious, as if daring the two wounded souls to do what they feared most—trust again. Neither spoke, yet both wanted to. The question pulsed louder than the city around them: will you risk another chance at love, or let fear win?