future perfect tense
Tuesday, February 22nd, 2011 | tags: 100 words, boyfriend, flash fiction, friend, soppy, writing |Will you have forgotten me? Our first kiss was a surprise, not in the script or rehearsals. You’d planned it without knowing how I would’ve reacted. Your move wasn’t blocked, your instincts were right. A perfect, if tense, moment.
We didn’t know then, that I would’ve stayed with you forever. After you’d left, I expected to find someone else, or that someone else would’ve found me. Decades later, my spontaneous phonecall bought four hours of laughter. Briefly, centre stage again before returning to my place in the wings.
My future will have been littered with walk-on parts, as an optional-extra.

