Romantic 4-Line Flash Fiction:
As a month of showers brought forth glistening pansies and tulips, so their love, which had found its way through a season of heartache, finally blossomed with every flower in the field that stretched for miles.
Spring was here and had made its home among them.
With the sun enfolding her with warmth, Laleh reclined in his embrace, his breath lightly fanning her wanting lips.
“This is the season, Laleh,” he whispered close, “when all things change, when despair succumbs to our destiny, and when our love forges a new path to the promise of a brighter day.”