Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction. This week’s inspiration word is : Mistletoe
“Will you kiss me?” She asked, a crimson blush spreading across her otherwise milky white cheeks.
“Is that your custom?” He replied, with a smile knowing full well the legend the tiny plant held.
“It is,” She drew the waxy green leaves, with it’s tiny white berries, over her head.
“The I must, for it is bad luck to go against a legend,” He pulled her in close to him; her skin smelling faintly of lavender. The mistletoe dropped from her fingertips, forgotten in the midst of a passionate kiss.