February 2024 Flash Lit 5 (second version) - Delete

Delete

Harry typed:  Roses are red

 

No.  Trite.  Delete delete delete.

 

He tried again:  your eyes are like.  But what were they like?  Like, you know, eyes.  With small curved hairs around them to keep particles out and an adjustable hole in the middle to let in the right amount of light.  And filled with kind of squishy stuff.  No.  Delete delete delete.

 

When I look at you, I want… Absolutely not going there.  Harry blushed.  Delete delete delete.

 

It went on like that for hours, the ebb and flow of words on his screen.  Finally, exhausted, Harry hit enter.

 

Which is why, when the red rose was delivered to Laura on Valentine’s Day, all the card said was:  Love, Harry.