We met by chance.
Two in a city of thousands,
what were the odds?
It was Independence Day,
but not for us.
Though we didn’t know it,
we were dependent on each other.
He was only passing through,
I was new to town.
We were strangers in a strange place looking for something familiar.
In search of home, but running away,
we somehow found each other.
We sat beneath a shade tree, that didn’t know it was,
and, kissed by the sunlight that peeked through the leaves,
we chewed the fat and ate fried chicken.
And when the sun settled into its reflection on the lake,
fireworks took its place,
filling the dusk with brilliance and smoke,
and, as though we were kids again,
we sat in awe of the rocket’s glare.
Once the shelling had ended,
we got caught in the current,
stuck in the crowd.
But lost in a world of our own,
we paused on the footbridge,
where his hand softly brushed against mine.
He flustered, and I laughed,
we both reddened in the cheeks.
He walked me to my car,
where he bid his sweet adieu.
If he had to be anywhere that night,
at least we were there together.
I hugged him close, and he held me tight,
and slowly we parted ways,
and in his eyes I saw he learned, too,
just how much we needed each other.
Still, he went his way, and I went mine,
what else could we do?
G. Lynn Brown, originally from New Jersey, now living in Tennessee, is a published writer and poet, whose work can be found in various literary journals, including Fictionette (where her short story, "The Reason Caramels Make Me Cry," won the Star Prize Entry Award, April '23), Monday Microfiction Magazine, Paragraph Planet, Rejection-Letters and others. Her story, "Passing the Torch," made the Australian Writers Centre Furious Fiction Contest longlist (June '23), and in November 2024, she will have her microfiction, "Submerged," published in Vine Leaves Press's "50 Give or Take Anthology." She is a contributing author at Friday Flash Fiction, where her 100-word tale, "Her Best Bud," was recently chosen Editor's Choice. G. Lynn has a passion for creativity that has bubbled within her since childhood and, in adulthood, her writing is more than a hobby, but serves as a form of therapy, allowing her to escape the stresses of day-to-day life. She appreciates all those who read her stories and poems, and hopes they enjoy reading them as much as she does writing them.