Microdosing Fiction - 100mg of a Flower Field
Write 100 words based on the word: FLOWER FIELD
Our prompt for today is FLOWER FIELD
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In that last summer before college, a soaring sun seeped into our skin. The grass tickled our feet as we followed the sweat smells to a place where our love could bloom and flourish.
Into a garden that didn’t judge, one that didn’t care about what we are and who we are. We were just another pair of flowers in that flower field—tender and beautiful.
Nothing blooms forever. Life made us believe it was just a fling—a phase people call it. We have seedlings now. We’ve done it properly…
I still miss you, my flower. It wasn’t a phase for me.
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Flower Field / 100 Words
While vacationing in Amsterdam, Jonathan Witt decided to honor his late father. He traveled to Eindhoven, liberated during Operation Market Garden, September 1944.
Paratrooper Robert Witt was 19 the day he jumped. Landed on open ground, no cover. The 101st Airborne engaged the Germans.
Jonathan found someone to show him where they had landed.
Christiaan smiled. “Ja, de Bloemenveld.”
Jonathan nodded, knowing that veld meant field.
Upon arrival, Christiaan waved a hand. An endless sea, row after row, of multi-colored Tulips.
Jonathan whispered, “Bloemenveld. Flower Field.” He smiled sadly, wishing his father had seen then, the beauty that was now.
Corky was the slickest litigator in town. To paraphrase the great authoress, every word he said was a lie, including prepositions and conjunctions. His new client, however, was sorely unimpressed as he sat in the ornate conference room listening to Old Cork lay out the battle plan. The silver-tongued rascal was unperturbed. “Son, I promise you when I am done I will paint for the jury a dazzling kaleidoscope, a sweet smelling field of flowers. As far as the eye can see. But right now, I’m in the spreading manure phase. So hold your nose and wait for the bloom.”