Wilde Love

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.

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