As a tree grew so did love

From Scott Vanatter with permission-Copyright- Indira

From Scott Vanatter with permission-Copyright- Indira

“Tell me about Molly, grandfather, please?” Ewan pleaded, as they nestled against the gnarled tree.

Eugene looked into his grandson’s eyes and saw himself many years ago, a curious youth.

“Molly be the first girl I stole a kiss from, red flowing curls, eyes as blue as the ocean, skin like milk, lips the colour of strawberries, aye such a beauty”.

“In fact this very tree is where we kissed.”

Ewan blushed. “Did you hide grandfather, because you were my age, behind the tree, so no one caught you?”

“No”, Eugene laughed, “your grandmother and I never hid our love from anyone”.

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102 words For Friday Fictioneers  http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/04/03/5-april-2013/#comments

Tell a 100 word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)

Love under the willow tree

Chase me through the rain
shout my name out loud
I turn my head I laugh

drops from clouds hit my
face, chase me up the hill
my dress soaked through

the wind will not banish
your voice it only carries
it closer to me

hits my face like the rain
chase me my love, up to the top
where the willows brush the earth

you love me..is that what you said
rain shall not dampen how I feel
hearing those three words

run to me, catch me and throw
me to the ground take me
if you will, you said you loved me

nothing else in the world matters
not the rain, nor the wind
you love me, I want your love under

the willow branches