Once again I take some time to write for Lillie McFerrin's Five Sentence Fiction.
I hope you'll take time to read the other entries.
His palms were sweating, his pulse was racing, his stomach was jumping and he was sure he was going to vomit.
He started counting silently, knowing the time was close, then changed to whistling a simple tune.
He hadn't realized it would feel like this; no one had warned him, not his parents, nor his pastor or even his best friend.
He slowly put one foot in front of the other, taking in huge gulps of fresh air, feeling like each one was his last.
A knock, the door opened, he held out the almost wilted flowers to the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, his prom date.