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Citrus

a covetous, fleeting love affair with April

By Erin Latham SheaPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read
Finalist in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Flash Fiction
Citrus
Photo by Vesela Vaclavik on Unsplash

We're both naked, unabashed, peeling citrus fruits.

The windows are open. We eat greedily with bare, curved spines. Stiff knees.

His remaining paper towels are put to use: a sachet for the peels and a half-hearted cover for the wet sheets. We giggle and point. True intimacy is almost childlike.

He tells me he's begun to believe in an afterlife of opportunity. Transformation.

I put my finger to his lips - a desperate deflection. I grab his bearded chin in protest.

"Don't say that. Don't make me think there's more. This is it. Promise me this is it!"

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About the Creator

Erin Latham Shea

Assistant Poetry Editor at Wishbone Words

Content Writer + Editor at The Roch Society

Instagram: @somebookishrambles

Bluesky: @elshea.bsky.social

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  • Harbor Benassa2 years ago

    I love how you've captured a single moment so beautifully. Great description!

  • Leslie Writes3 years ago

    “True intimacy is almost childlike.” Yes!! You captured that feeling here so well 💖

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