Vacation

Sharon took a slow deep breath of the foreign air and a faint smile rose her cheeks heavenward. White clouds sailed on a blue canvas and the sun flickered on and off.
A light wind blew her skirt a little and she pressed her arms against her legs. She walked towards the water and knelt down stretching her palm flat on the ground. "The grass here is so green and beautiful!". Matthew was standing behind her and his shadow shaded her small figure. "Honey, I don't think that's grass."



By Timothy Poovey