He recalled her wild spontaneity, always pushing him beyond his comfort zone. He’d fallen in love on an impromptu rooftop adventure.
As she’d sat there, enjoying the sunset, he’d sat watching the wind whipping her long, beautiful hair around… worrying that she might get blown off the roof.
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
Well done … you left me wanting more!
💜🤍 Helen 💜🤍
The hair was what I noticed first. Clad you included it, David. Well done.
❤ Bill ❤ ~ thanks so much!
Excellent micro fiction! You got the whole thing in 3 sentences!
🤍 Muri 🤍
Lovely story…vivid imagery ✨
🧡 Navin 🧡
this is a fun one and a nice distraction as you start your new job today!! 💖💖🙏👏👏
🤎 Cindy 🤎
💖💖💖
So much fun, David. To be at the rooftop with winds lashing and hair billowing in the winds
Hank
💗💜 Hank 💜💗
Her guardian angel! Delightful, David.
💕💛 Keith 💛💕