Thank you to Rochelle for providing this prompt for Friday Fictioneers!
Going to Seed
We sit under the maple in Adirondack chairs, sipping fruity rum drinks, your own invention, while a soft breeze stirs the humid air like a spoon in a cauldron.
Your hair’s gray, I noticed recently, and lines crease your face. Sometimes when I glance in the mirror, I really look, not just presume I know my image. When did these crevices appear?
Was it yesterday when rum drinks would lead to afternoon passion? Now they make my eyelids heavy and the house finch’s serenade a lullaby, which has already taken you to dreams, soft snores conveying your travels.
28 thoughts on “Going to Seed”
Oh I loved this Sascha!
Thank you so much! 🙂
Beautifully done! Bravo!
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Thank you, Susan! 🙂
Lovely. You worked the atmosphere and the sense of drowsiness well
Thank you, Neil. You remind me, I wonder which writer showed up today for this. I don’t think it was Stephen King. 🙂
Maybe it’s my age starting to catch up with me, but the idea of a drink and an afternoon nap is very tempting – and much less energetic! 🙂
Especially with the heat wave I hear you all are having!
Thanks, Iain! 🙂
That is so tender and honest. Lovely imagery.
This is great writing, Sascha – full of wistfulness and dreamy love.
The joys of getting older – a nice afternoon nap suddenly sounds like heaven 🙂
I think we’ve reached that stage too 🙂
Your story seems almost flawless to me. It has beautiful descriptive writing and a very honest viewpoint without a trace of self-pity. The way you sum up the couple’s ageing together by contrasting afternoons of passion with their present drowsy state is very effective and touching. It leaves me feeling how wonderful the enduring love between a married couple can be. Kudos!
Such a lovely picture you’ve painted for us today 🙂
This was beautiful, Sascha. I like how you’ve portrayed their ageing. BTW, I wouldn’t mind one of those fruity rum drinks. 😀
It looks like we took similar routes this week. Your title is perfect and just enough of a link to the prompt. Touching story.
Beautiful writing! 🙂
This was a story I would to have written, yes I loved it,
What a tender, reflective story. You did this so well.
This was sublime, Sascha. I echo everyone’s sentiments. Loved this.
This is beautiful, tender, and very realistic. We’re all stuck with that image of ourselves that doesn’t change much over the years. All of a sudden an honest look into the mirror reveals that old stranger…
What a delightfully relaxing afternoon!
Thank you, Fatima! 🙂
Aging has it’s comforts too… don’t underestimate sleep
Ha! I never, ever do. I even love my little 10 minutes catnaps. Thanks, Bjorn! 🙂
Beautiful, luxuriant, cozy. Ready for a snooze already. 🙂
Thank you. I was probably that way when I wrote it. 🙂