#Swan
Quill of Mnemosyne @ Threads
#Swan
They met at the park, having told no one. They giggled shyly as they saw each other. Their hands lightly brushed against each other as they turned down the path toward the pond where the swans were swimming. As they came to the water’s edge they saw their reflection rippling on the surface between the lily pads — both smiling goofily. Then their eyes closed and their lips lightly met.
If you enjoy these very short stories, you can also check out one of my earliest books – MONTY’S VERY SHORT SHORTS which includes 366 illustrated pieces (one for each day in my life of 2020).
Be well,
Monty
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