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.”

3 comments:

J.C. Montgomery said...

Perfectly captured moment. It is if I were there...

What a great image to see me through my day, thank you.

TC said...

This was great.

Really portrays a perfect moment... to both of them.

WriterKat said...

A simple moment that means so much. Really nice description.