Thursday, May 31, 2012

injaynesworld it's "A Summer Day..."

Bathed in the sun’s warm rays, I lie on the soft grass, the sticky coolness of my orange Popsicle dripping down onto my fingers.   I lick them clean and take a slow, deep breath as my eyelids flutter and then close.   In the distance, my mother calls to me.  I’m coming…  But the buzz of a nearby honey bee lulls me to sleep, and the orange treat falls to the grass as I drift away. 

From the prompt "Orange" at Five Sentence Fiction.

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