Brash Ambitions

Flash Fiction by a prompt from https://substack.com/@ericadrayton

There was a wind flowing through my black hair. It came from high in the hills of Nebraska and hit my paperback book by Kinsey. I look up at the tall, wizened willow with glaze high up. With the clouds blotting the sun and rain far away against the knothole nearby. My dress bloomed in the fall day’s air.

Oh, how I wish to be swept away from this earth and gaze at the celestial heavens, where the secrets of love were held in a locket clasped with a brooch.

Twisting and turning the tree said what I could only whisper.