He didn’t like this.
The wheel wasn’t turning. There was nowhere to escape.
The crowd scuttled like ants below. The sky rumbled ominously.
He tried ignoring it.
Tension in the air. Slow chill crawling down his spine.
Gulp.
All hell was about to break loose.
She was leaning in for a kiss.
Not Quite Through the Looking Glass 
In a word: Superb!
I love how you build this tension, this wonderful suspense, and it’s all because of a kiss. Who hasn’t been there?! Wonderful writing!!
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Thank you Tony! For the prompt as well 😀 It’s a lovely one.
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You are very welcome for the prompt! I hope the next ones are just as inspiring. There has been some amazing work this week!
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Aaaaahhhhh! That so nice! Great one.
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Thank you Joe!
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Ah, l’amour. Very nice. I thought you were going in a whole different direction, and I liked the twist. 🙂
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I feel terrified for him. *shiver* What if he’s got garlic breath. Teheh
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