A silver disc was rising in the darkening sky above the Cotswolds. I helped her over the stile, my hands on her waist. She let herself fall into me and she kissed me full on the lips. We always kissed here. She stepped back, smiled, but I knew this was probably the last time we would do this. In a month the road diggers would bulldoze where we stood and as one link opened another connection would close. We crossed the field. Ridge and furrow. Up and down. The moon was full, but every moon wanes. I wiped a tear.


This very short bit of Flash Fiction was an entry into the National Association Of Writers Groups 100×100 competition which ended 31 May 2020. It didn’t win.

The winning entry can be seen here.

Winner NAWG 100×100 Competition

Congratulations to them for a splendid effort. 


Photo credit: <a href=””>xalub33</a&gt; on <a href=””></a&gt; / <a href=””&gt; CC BY-NC-SA</a>

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