My dress, wrapped like a collar, smells of grass.
After I kicked his face, he pulled off my boots - hips jerking, rocks scraping against my back – and heaved them into the creek.
The grass smells like warmth against my cold body.
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Very evocative. You took me there!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susan! Though maybe 'sorry' is more appropriate...
DeleteTouching & chilling. Well-expressed.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anita!
DeleteThe title adds so much meaning to the story. Amazing what one word, never mind 42, can accomplish!
ReplyDeleteYeah, the title was agonizing for this one. Thanks so much, SL!
DeleteOoph. That was intense!
ReplyDeleteDon't mean to be mean, but I'm glad you found it intense : ) Thanks, Cheney!
DeleteCold felt in lines. Good take
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, MeenalSonal!
DeleteLove the sense of grass smelling of warmth - a real sense of summer - although I get the feeling her body is cold through death rather than emotionally.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the love, Sarah Ann! She wasn't dead when I left her, but almost as good as...
DeleteI smelled that grass then wham!!! So intense!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wavelength, eh? Thanks, Gina!
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