Liquid the color of passion drips from punctures made by the flowers on the wall that beg her not to leave their enclosed home.  Fifteen feet up bare toes curl around storm stone; the girl stands erect in the wind that smells of seeds and new life and cerulean sky. Hair shaded the color of old book pages lifts with the soft breeze and the girl’s olive eyes shine with windy water. Rose lips curl upward and gray cloth hangs on her lightly, swirling, begging to run. Listening, the girls leaps, lands, and dashes through the dew-damp grass in ecstasy.

 

 

 

 

"The Garden Girl" is a featured 100-word story from the March Writing Challenge.

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l gibbs mckinleyL. Gibbs McKinley
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USA

 

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