Flash Fiction: A Field We Call Home

© Ingridi Viruel

By Ana Osorno

That day felt everlasting. We laid together, pretending we existed solely in the summer sun. We promised that we would run away and pretend that tomorrow didn’t exist. So we ran, and found a new field to call home where we finally rested, our sticky hands interweaved with the soft blades of grass. We whispered our wishes into the wind and watched as day became night.

  Do you remember it like I do? That day when the sun faded into the night sky and took you with her. I still wait for you in that field, in that everlasting day.

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