Flash fiction: Wishful thinking

Lisa loves the way Jack smells. Like sawdust and starched cotton that’s been out in the sun too long. Inhaling deeply she snuggles closer to him, burying her nose into his neck.  The late afternoon sun shines lazily across their bedspread. Jack’s legs are entwined with hers and he lies back with his eyes closed.Continue reading “Flash fiction: Wishful thinking”