At The Equinox – Flash Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.This week’s photo prompt is provided by Fandango. Thank you Fandango!

Please follow lil froggy for more stories:)

Here is the photograph and my story:

At The Equinox

Sometimes we’d sit on the bench. Saul would tell me everything he knew about vineyards and landscaping. He was especially attuned to new sprouting grasses promising spring. That was his favorite season.

When the grapes were being harvested or the vines seemed dead in hibernation,  we’d sit and he’d take deep draws from his cigar. Everything smelled earthy. Now and then a whiff of green would catch in the air.

“I married her at the Vernal Equinox,” he said one day. “She was all aflutter with flowered crown and rosy cheeks.”

Everything dead around us breathed.


3 thoughts on “At The Equinox – Flash Fiction

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s