Old Tree, Young Love

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Madison Woods‘s blog. This week’s photo is by Lura Helms.

You can read other Friday Fictioneers’ work by clicking the link that appears below my story. There is also a Facebook page for the Friday Fictioneers.

Old Tree, Young Love

by Jan Brown

They sat in the crotch of the tree, facing each other, legs open, hers on top of his. Their feet dangled freely, her left shoe slowly slipping, threatening to succumb to the force of gravity. She was more concerned about the force of desire. Hers and his. Equally strong.  As a thoroughly modern girl, she acknowledged her sexual nature. But still technically a child, she didn’t quite know what to do about it. She hoped her boyfriend would have a clue, but if he didn’t kiss her soon she might scream in frustration. Then, suddenly, ahhhh….



21 thoughts on “Old Tree, Young Love

  1. Very nice, Jan. If memory serves me correct, there’s considerable anxiety in the young man’s mind as well. The question of timing and how far will she let me go?

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