“Here,“ mum said placing the two weathered wicker baskets – probably hand woven by my nan around the Second World War - into my hand. There had to be some sort of sentiment behind them, as she still insisted on...
nature
Into The Forest
"A woman's pleasurable journey into the forest following a unknown presence"
She didn’t know why but something was calling her into the woods.She stepped carefully, the ground was cold and moist under her bare feet. Sticks and dried leaves littered the forest floor. It would only get thicker and denser the...
"Gonna shoot at the park today, Kis?""Yep""Meet me at that little creek you like.""Ah, okay. 8:30?""Then."I was early, but she was earlier. I found her behind some tangled bushes, naked on a blanket, leaning against a big tree. She's humming,...
Octet
"In the mountains two quartets discover the wonder of same-sex love"
I don't care what they say; there's no better way to be intimate with three other people than to join a string quartet.Just how intimate I didn't find out till three years out of college.We'd met at the academy. I (Melissa) and...
Flourished
"Ends with a bang. Literally."
Friends we professed. Cultivated without sound as each was devoted to another. Turfed emotions. We strolled to the field blanketed with blooms of recollection. Secluded.Buddies hobbying together. Hours spent harvesting. Reaping. Narrating our collaborated tale. Keying hammers into ribbon, impressing letters...
Such odd flowers, writhing like stormy clouds until nectar glistens. Still, though spoilt we lie, shadowed and mangled beneath them, a beautiful color of petal they have: sunset and sunrise blushed with dew.Our color!But Mother Gaia, what flower drops its...
Escape To The Poppy Fields
"They needed an escape, to each other."
They weren’t supposed to be together. He was a married man, and she was a friend’s daughter, home from college. Yet there they were, making love in a poppy field in the middle of nowhere.Sunshine beat down on her back...
My Mistress Above Me, and Poppies below
"A poet in a poppy field was not expecting company."
The sun above me, the poppies below, and her in-between sublimates what I know. I came here to write; she came here to read. Instead we found something that both of us need.Her lips on my body. Her lust for...
Traditional is best.
"A girl, a guy, some old tech."
"A typewriter? Who brings a fucking typewriter out into the middle of a field?And it's a Smith Corona. Probably infected. I'm staying away from you." His questioning tone had devolved into incoherent grumbling as he made to rise. But she was...
Mother Nature Meets Her Match
"Gaia meets her soul mate!"
Gaia came across him in a garden of red poppies. He was typing on an anachronistic typewriter with books at his side.She was surprised when he looked up and actually saw her — few ever could. He didn't look away...