A five sentence fiction from the prompt ‘clutch‘
My eyes focused on the bouquet of flowers, clutched in the hand of the man I love. He was dripping wet yet no weather could dampen his mood. He stood with a boyish grin as he offered me his dripping surprise. The card read; ‘your smile is like sunshine beckoning me through the rain.’ The flower’s sweet scent was soon lost to me as I tasted his lips upon mine.