Ain't no such word as "slomp" Jessey had scolded me just yesterday. But a crawdad pokin' outta the deep mud ditch alongside the river always made kind of a slomp sound to my ears. That's how you knew ... [+]
Susan lives in London. She recently gained a creative writing degree and has published her first book of short stories "A Jumble of Good Intentions." "No hurry, maybe tomorrow," was originally published in Short Edition’s July '19 Rendez-Vous.
A silky warm scent coats the air.Soft layered rose tutus pushtheir blush pale skirtsto float and dancetheir puckish pirouettesupon the mossy darkness of the laurel.Arching stems with needle clawsclimb to graspthe flirty pink geraniums -clustered blooms on slender necks,reaching out their benison from wall-hung potson peachy, sun-bleached walls.The gentle breeze of afternoon waves purple headed wallflowers -their spindly stems still fragrant, nodding comfortat the tender daisies dottingwhite percussion through the lawn.Sleeping in the swaying hammockslung beneath the silver trees,the gardener