General Flash Fiction posted October 12, 2018

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Summer flash fiction entry

Summer Dreaming

by RodG

Summer Flash Fiction Contest Winner 

I really grew a lot that summer spent with Gramps on the farm. By August I'd grown two inches and outta near all my clothes. I was also nigh onto thirteen and had these weird urges I'd never felt before.

Like whenever I visited with Sadie Ann Pruitt over the split-rail fence that separated our farms. She'd smile under that bonnet of hers and I'd get all red-faced and squirmy.

That girl could talk, but I could only listen. Then I'd run wild through Gramps' fields and dream about her all night.

My last afternoon on the farm, Gramps spent dreaming on a hillside after we'd caught six fish in the pond. I roamed, looking for daisies. I searched until I found a perfect one with a bright golden face like Sadie's.

Sitting by Gramps and my beagle Rufus, I happily plucked the daisy's petals until-- "She loves me . . . not."

Summer Flash Fiction
Contest Winner

Artwork is by Norman Rockwell�??�?�¢??Summer with Grandpa 1948.
Used courtesy of Google images.

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