Category: Flash Fiction

I was thinking about being in the woods and camp fires and the way people use sexy to mean attractive in some way, and this little run-on sentence crawled around in my ear until I wrote it down. I liked the rhythm in it, so decided an impromptu post was in order.

I think you’re sexy but not in an I want to have sex with you way, in a way that if I was sitting around a campfire with my friends and you came out of the woods and asked if we had any tea I’d say “Sure, little tree, join our circle,” and we’d all talk until we fell asleep under the stars and the next morning I’d wake up and you’d be gone and that would be OK.

Thanks for reading,

{RDj}