Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #25: Write a piece about cowardice. Minimum 10 words - Maximum 250 words. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge.
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I sat in the back row, a little fold-up chair,
Rubbed my hand over my neck,
Thought of how it wasn't fair.
She stepped lightly cross the grass, her face all aglow,
She clutched her bouquet close,
And I wished I didn't care.
Our love, I told myself,
Would have been too good, too rare,
Of course none of it mattered--
I'd never kissed her, never dared.