We weren’t afraid of the bears—wild salmon berries growing so close to his cabin.
The tour group was headed for the boats when he planted the forget-me-nots in my hair, lured me back into the woods.
Captain must have lost count; no one came looking.
The ship leaves at seven. It’s a 70 minute boat ride back to port, but time stands still when he kisses me again.
Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a story in one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided. For the next several weeks our prompts will be Alaska themed. This week’s prompt is the state flower: Forget-me-not.