Monday, September 16, 2013

Orchard Kiss

Marianne had been having another spell where she could not stop talking about what life would have been like in the city. She was laying on the chesterfield with her eyes jammed shut, but her body like a bird in a shallow grave, and Clyde no longer knew what a man could say. He remembered their first kiss, years back. They’d heard a train whistling, past the orchard, and Marianne broke off the kissing to say how romantic it’d be, being on a train, going somewhere. Maybe he should’ve thought clearer back then, but her hair had smelled like quinces.

Image: The Garden of Eating.


  1. You have set the scene well... we never forget our first kiss.

  2. hey that he remembers the first kiss is a good thing, though missing that foreshadowing in her words...well he should have known what was coming...smiles.

  3. Lovely!

    And thanks for your fun contribution to this week's Limerick-Off!

  4. How easily we get distracted by other things to miss that crucial piece of information that would change their life... this was a wonderful little story.

  5. oh smiles... i think he knew and just didn't want to listen to his inner voice because of the smell..the smell...ah..seducing...


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