Alissa got up from the sofa and walked into the spare room. Sean was tidying up. She stood in the doorway watching him, admiring his methodical mannerisms. As he picked up the yellow towel, he peered up from the floor and whipped at her leg, she caught the towel mid-air on its return to Sean, he yanked and she came toward him unbalanced. Catching her with his left arm he kissed her. Everything suddenly slowed down, an overwhelming sense of dizziness shook Alissa and then she found herself straightening up, still face to face with Sean, her hand caressing his cheek and coming in for another kiss. They stood softly kissing, treading unfamiliar territory for a few seconds. Sean tossed the towel into the hamper. Alissa walked backward to the wall by the door frame, leaning she accidentally turned on the light and nervously laughed. She knew better than to speak. It had happened, something she dreamed of for years and she would not let a volley of emotion interrupt the serenity....
These are various short stories I have written. In forms of parody, crime noir, stream of consciousness, and flash fiction. I'd love your feedback and or comments.