Beautiful, that is, until they realised painfully, and in almost unimaginable places, how close they were to an ant-hill.
It had been their first chance to wander in the hills since the children had left; on that glorious summer’s day, their was route utterly deserted. After sharing a light lunch, they skinny-dipped in the adjacent loch, the temptation to act like teenagers proving too strong. Later, as they lay naked to dry out, she checked all around to be sure, then smiled at him. They made love slowly, each taking turns to enjoy the hot sun on their backs. Beautiful.
Beautiful, that is, until they realised painfully, and in almost unimaginable places, how close they were to an ant-hill. Comments are closed.
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Flash FictionFlash fiction is very, very short fiction indeed - short stories of any sort of length from a Haiku to ten minutes' reading. Good for when you're in a hurry. This series is a selection of contributions to Friday Flash Fiction, where there's a limit of 100 words. I try to make all mine exactly 100 words. Collections
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