Two very important trees in my life had to be chopped down. My story isn’t about this, as I decided to go in a different direction. While I did spend many a summer afternoon up in a tree, this is purely fiction.
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Genre: Literary Fiction (101 words)
From Scott Vanatter with permission-Copyright- Indira
Under a lush canopy of green, we nest in our separate corners wiling away sticky, hot afternoons. We share a mango ice from an orange peel. Our lips touch in impulse. To your surprise, I accept a dare and reveal small, handfuls of flesh. You smile and nod.
We drift when I have a boyfriend, but you rescue me as my homecoming date.
On a street corner in the city, you promise good news.
“Who’s the lucky girl?”
“His name is Joe,” you say, your eyes searching mine.
“Of course,” my eyes moist.
“Don’t worry, Charlotte. You’ll always be my girl.”