Quick fiction for weary souls
A sweeter Fiction in 58:
Spooning
The pressure, her weight, is perfect in balance; she fits across the rise of his ribcage, across his hip, her bare feet cupping his bare feet.
Crickets chirp in the darkness; her head rests in the crook of his neck and he smells her sun-drenched hair, inhales in the warm breath she exhales.
“Are you OK?”
“Never better.”
Spooning
The pressure, her weight, is perfect in balance; she fits across the rise of his ribcage, across his hip, her bare feet cupping his bare feet.
Crickets chirp in the darkness; her head rests in the crook of his neck and he smells her sun-drenched hair, inhales in the warm breath she exhales.
“Are you OK?”
“Never better.”
Comments
What a great image to see me through my day, thank you.
Really portrays a perfect moment... to both of them.