The Gift of Nature

Experimental Micro Fiction

Wild Flower
Where Wild Things Grow
Apr 24, 2021

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At that moment she was infinite, her innocence evident in the way she danced across the rockpool. The innate tug of all that was and all that could be condensed into a single timeline of release. She had her whole life ahead of her, but, it was just the ocean and her at play for today.

Unbeknownst to her, this would be an organic memory, strategically placed in her mind’s eye for the storms ahead. One of nature’s many gifts.

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Wild Flower
Where Wild Things Grow

Jess is my real name. Writing from sandy shores in-between the chaos of life. Community worker by day and P o e t e s s all other times. Journey with me.