She lies in the transitioning autumnal grass, soaking up the remaining warmth of the day, remembering.

Fingers skimming love, reading poetry between the summer breeze, they were utterly carefree. Love drenched, sun kisses led to swollen mouths.

The fertile earth’s scent now carries death. As autumn’s wind whisks fallen leaves, it snatches her dormant memories.


Grace Black.

  • Sandra-Jane Goddard

    I really like that middle paragraph, Grace.

    • Grace Black

      Thank you for reading!

  • Ross Coppage

    What a rich story. Very pleasing to read!

    • Luke Reynolds

      I’d agree with that. So much to absorb from this piece

      • Grace Black

        Thanks for reading.

    • Grace Black

      Thank you for your lovely words and taking the time to read!