Turn around.
She had her back to him now, still, again, it made him angry.
Look at me.
She always ignored him, always, always.
She ignored his notes. She ignored his flowers. She hung upon him when he called her.
Turn around.
She played his heart like an instrument. She strummed his emotions like she strummed her guitar. She didn’t know him, didn’t see him.
Look. At. Me.
She heard something, maybe his desire for her resonated. She turned around, walked to the window.
See me.
She squinted into the dark, not seeing what she heard, not seeing, still not seeing.
See me.
He reached in the open window. He touched her hand.
LOVE ME!
She sucked in a breath, eyes wide, chest heaving as her scream built.
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Wild Verbs 
Great use of the element of suspense!
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That was a fun read! I am really not good at flash fiction. I ought to practice it more.
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Interesting build up of suspense.
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