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Rolling in clover

clover field

I couldn’t stop laughing. Rolling down the slope, arms over my head, legs straight, and all I could think of was that nursery rhyme.

At the bottom, we laid in the cool clover giggling like a couple of idiots. I had grass in my hair and green stains on my shoulder, but I didn’t care. It had been a long time since I’d had so much fun.

I felt like a teenager again, all giddy and silly. I half expected him to lean over and punch me in the arm. That he covered me in passionate kisses was much better.

This week’s challenge is inspired by Passionate Kisses,” by Lucinda Williams
The 100 Word Challenge is to tell a story in only 100 words. This week’s theme is Clover

9 thoughts on “Rolling in clover Leave a comment

  1. Great writing. Is there any more of this story? It ended just when it was getting good, the guy covering her in kisses!

    -Perse

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  2. Lovely post. Took me back fifty plus years.
    I remember pink clover as a child, but these days it always seems to be white. Perhaps because the soil has lost some of its nutrients, a sign of the times I guess.

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