this is a new collection i'm starting. just snippets of femmeslash flash fiction. some good, some bad, some okay, some really bad.
we used to hold hands on the beach. kick salty water on each other, write our initials in hearts in the sand.
only at midnight though, when we were alone, with no one to see us.
you said we'd last, but i should have known we would just wash away like those hearts in the sand.
we were good together,
but a secret never lasts.