Short Story: Future Girl

“Hello, Future Girl!” her cheeks immediately blushed as he said that to her.
It was the night they had finally met at a bridge under the moonlight of an evening in November.
The wind rustled the trees and caught her glimmering hair dancing, as if a music was playing.

“Why do you call me that?” anxiously she would spill that question, but she did not.
She wouldn’t dare to ask him such, nor to reason the way he said it.

All she did, was secretly praying; she will be his future.

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The breezy wind was still playing with her hair, as he held her hands and led her to dance.


~ will you be mine, Batman? :))

some time ago in December 2014,
at a coffee place

-Anggi Prasasti-