Unspoken Feelings

Short Story By: Darren Nacua

He would makes pancakes for her, with barries and honey. And she would lift the hem of here skirt. and she would build him a fire and he would make her a card, drawing a picture on the front, of tress and one purple finch. And they would look at each other at the end of the day and say now what should we do? We should be friends forever and hold each others hand and tell each other when we have something stuck between our teeth and tred anecdotes and say oh you told me this before but i live hearing you tell it, so tell it to me again and you should untie my snickers when I am weary and I will wear the silky aquanarine robe when you want me too.