I wrote this poem in early 2015 for a 55-word story challenge. I think it is a little more than 55 words now.
People underestimate the power of an imaginary love story.
He was reading on the bus when it stopped violently at a red light, throwing his book from his hands onto the floor.
She picked it up. “You read Wilde?”
He nodded. “He’s weird.”
They only spoke once. and it was like a car on fire, racing down a hill.
Electric, exhilarating and explosive.