Friday Fictioneers: What She Holds On To, As The Colors Fade

TALES FROM THE MOTHERLAND

Two weeks in a row. Maybe this is something to celebrate? I’m grateful for the inspiration, as I sit on a plane, headed home again–– this time for a long while. I will read other stories and catch up, and I thank all of you who encouraged me this past week. I’ve so missed the positive energy of our FF community. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for keeping this space positive and open to all. Mazel tov on your fourth anniversary! As always I appreciate honest, constructive feedback.

peter-abbey11 © Peter Abbey

What She Holds On To, As The Colors Fade

The lush green moss was cool and velvety against my bare breasts. It was a wild and precious moment: pulling up my shirt and lying there, hoping other hikers wouldn’t come along and judge. Those spontaneous moments were exquisite.

The smell of fresh cut grass filled our house, and I inhaled…

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