Here is today’s Friday Fiction piece, inspired by Madison Woods’ photo below. As ever, I love feedback and welcome critique. I can’t wait to see what others have done with this one.
I wasn’t even thinking about you. I don’t now, not all the time. Entire hours can go by. Last Thursday I didn’t think about you until 3pm, unless you count ten minutes staring into the bathroom mirror trying to remember that look you get when you shave.
It was lying on the ground, its stem pointing upwards and broken. It looked a little like the Olympic Stadium in miniature and I got to thinking about your stories of pixies making their homes from plants.
Now I’m crying over a broken mushroom.