She lay on her back in the fragrant meadow, her face pillowed on uncut hay. Her troubles were as small and far away as the tiny clouds drifting lazily above them. The sun felt as warm and soft as her husband’s gentle caress.
Another bite from the peach caused rich, sweet juice to run down her neck. Pretending annoyance, she wiped it away. “If you see a wasp I don’t want to know.”
“I see only you.” He tasted the ripe fruit on her lips.
A flurry of activity reminded her they weren’t alone. The children brought her a posie of wildflowers. She bent her head to the poppies, cornflowers and moon daisies. Her blind eyes couldn’t see the bright colours, but she could hear them in her children’s laughter and the skylark’s song.
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13 comments:
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That was lovely.
Very evocative.
I enjoyed this - just a few words to conjure up a poignant scene. I love the way good writing becomes a joint effort with the reader's imagination. A big contrast with the Victorian prose I'm currently working my way through.
Lovely and sensual. :)
Simple and elegant and soulful.
As sweet and subtle as that delicious peach. Good luck with the entry Patsy :)
Lovely writing, Patsy.
Thank you!
very sensual and innocent all in one, beautiful!
very sensual and innocent all in one, beautiful!
Great use of the senses in a story where the MC doesn't possess the sense of sight - nice piece of flash, Patsy.
Good stuff, Patsy - enjoyed it.
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