TELL ME A TALE IN 120 WORDS
Today’s prompt is: Your first kiss.
Her name was Carmel. I was in my last year of high school, naive beyond words, terrified of girls but fascinated by the smartest girl in the class and who seemed to like me.
We were in a mate’s car dropping her home.
As we approached her place I leant over in absolute trepidation and kissed her on the lips. I think after I asked something intelligent like ‘is that alright?’
She smiled at me as if to say: ‘I’m sure you’ll improve on that.’
After that everything is a blur. I think it was the anxiety induced by such an act. It wasn’t perfect but then could a first kiss be perfect?