Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

He entered the building dripping wet, despite the umbrella in his hand. It was Mr Eastwood. His wife had worked for our company on the copy machine 3 years ago but had died during a complication during child birth. He visited here every once and awhile. It had been Mrs Eastwood’s greatest joy, coming in to work with the children here. We were a small child care center, which made us more of a family than a business.

He looked at me, and a half smile played on his lips. It made my heart melt; I had been a particular friend of Mr and Mrs Eastwood and was named godmother of the son that had been her last, William. That is why my love for Mr Eastwood had never been spoken of. I had never admitted it to anyone. He walked over to me with the casual flirting swag that showed how intimate we’d become in the past year. My emotions stayed in check, though barely and I had to fix the vase on my desk to keep from staring.

When he reached me I stood up to shake his hand and felt it was warm beneath my touch. I looked up and saw his eyes, brown like wood and warm and inviting; I felt my knees buckle. I saw his mouth open slightly, he moved closer and his breath grew deep. I didn’t realize what was happening until he kissed me. That was when the alarm went off and I woke up. Today was the day I told him I loved him. Today was the day.

Word Count: 267