Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on August 24, 2021 by Jan Wilberg
Her husband’s best friend swam past her, grazing her legs with his tan fingers, while she stood waist deep in the water, worried that she was too heavy to wear a two-piece suit, and knowing that his touch was no accident.
The next morning, the two couples emerged from their tents and decided to make pancakes but when the batter pooled into perfect circles in the frying pan, caterpillars dropped from the trees on to the pancakes. She threw the pancakes on the ground.
They laughed and drank coffee. The air was thick and heavy, ripe with wanting to rain.
Category: 100 Word Stories
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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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Wow! Evocative and ever so tantalizing.Writing at its finest. XxX
wow, the imagery