I had to write an original short story for one of my classes and for some reason or another...this came out. This is my first time writing like this so it might suck. Let me know what you think.

"Never Going Back Again"

As he approached the barbed wire fence, his heart began to beat irregularly. He glanced beyond it, for a moment, at the hills. They appeared lifeless; bare trees upon dead grass. The man frowned. As he stared out into the vast field, his mind attempted to paint the scene green. He could faintly hear her voice again, her laugh, her music.

He glanced back towards the road to recall his bright red truck that they used to lie in, and for a brief second, he caught a glimpse of himself. Although it wasn't even 5 years passed, he immediately felt old. The idealism, that was once so present in his eyes, had been replaced by a cynicism that accompanied months and months of searching for something that could not be found.

He misses her. God, he misses her.

He took a deep breath to relieve the tension in his heart. Returning to these hills, the man had hoped to be swept away by nostalgia; to look at the green fields and to truly remember the feeling of that perfect spring day, but it was not to be. The majestic hills had withered away, and so, instead, he felt alone.

As he remembered her, his mind accompanied the images with music. He smiled at the thought of them awkwardly flirting; his foolish pride and her uninhibited energy bouncing off of each other. He missed the way she would listen to him, and how she trusted him with all of her love. A noticeable lump had formed in the man's throat, but he casually swallowed it down without noticing too much. He shook his head and widened his eyes to break out of the trance he had found himself in.

As he began to focus back on the fence in front of him, a flash of color caught his eye. To his immediate left, outside of the fence, was a small, almost unnoticeable, patch of flowers. Convinced it was a sign, the man reached for his phone to call her. He dialed the number he knew by heart, and before it could even ring once, he retreated with embarrassment. The man placed the phone back in his jacket pocket while letting out a tired sigh. His eyes wandered back down to the patch of flowers that somehow found a way to grow amidst a sea of dead grass.

"This" he said to himself, "is enough."

Just a tiny little error.

I love this. I really did. It was beautiful prose almost touching poetry. Wait, you know what? Nevermind, it was poetry. A great short story if you ask me.

I'm terrible at finding deeper meanings so the end kind of went over my head (hah! big surprise there)

but toward the end, I don't know... if kind of felt as if you were getting sloppy with your word choice and sentence structure. It was a subtle feeling though, nothing like OMG! HE'S SO BORING!

Yeah... shutting up.

good imagery. liked the way it ended, not corny at all.

I love the ending. Really, that was great. Loved it.