Same sky - Flash Fiction Challenge

He is staring at the sky; he saw the sun hiding behind dark clouds. “Jaime! Come on, we need to head back home” his father called out. Right there and then he felt a rush of relief in his chest.

Consuela woke up trying to remember the last time they played under the sun. A couple of months had passed where dark clouds gloomed over their town. However, that morning, she felt something different she felt the sun rays beaming, warming up her now rose-flushed cheeks.

Both can’t help to reminisce a past they once shared in the city of love – Paris. Jaime worked as a grape picker in the vineyard next to Consuela’s bakery.

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Jaime would stop by Consuela’s bakery every morning before going to work. He loved the bread and pastry but was especially fond of Consuela. Being swayed by the persistence of Jaime, Consuela’s heart took a step closer, day after day, into favoring Jaime.

They found love, a love that bloomed from consistency of action. A product of routinely seeing each other, talking, flirting. A love that will soon be tested by change.

3 years passed when a horrible hurricane cleared its paths way, including the vineyard and bakery where Jaime and Consuela met. Tragedy forced the people to migrate and transfer to other cities, towns and even countries. Jaime and Consuela’s love was no exemption.

Jaime and his family was forced to go back to Lisbon where the sun is always up. Consuela, who lost her parents in the hurricane, was adopted by her aunt who lived in Germany where the rain always pour.

A year passed by when Consuela received a letter.

                Mi Amor,

                                Every morning, look out your window

                                Don’t let a day pass even if it hails or snow

                                Know in your heart that I am one with the skies

                                The clouds are my feelings, the rain are my cries

                                If by tomorrow the sun shines bright

                                Then I am happy knowing I’m your light

                                If dark clouds gloom over your beaming smile

                                It is just that I am missing your style

                                Remember that I’ll be doing it too

                                Looking out my window, waiting for you

                                All I have with me is the joy to know

                                that clouds up here will soon be there to flow

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Hi so it's my very first time to a fiction or a short story. I just wanted to challenge my self and this is the result. Thanks for giving time to read this.