India Howell
Joined August 2021
0 stories
Stories (7/0)
Bittersweet
Thursday 29 July, 7:32pm The vines that hang outside our window have grown particularly long this summer. Usually, I have to stick my head out of the window and look up towards the roof to see them, but now, I can comfortably lay in bed and enjoy a view of them swinging in the breeze. The leaves flutter behind the glass, and I’m tempted to open the window, pluck one of the leaves from the vine and hold it against my cheek. I wonder if they would be warmed by the sun, or still cool from the brief rain shower that fell last night. I don’t move from the bed, though. It’s too comfortable.
By India Howell3 years ago in Fiction