The Garden After the Rain : Friday Fictioneers

The Garden after the Rain

There’s something extremely sensual about fondling clay. I love going into the garden after the rain and grabbing the sodden clay; moulding it between my fingers and making shapes as I drift into tactile, youthful memories.

The other day I watched this pottery competition on the TV and one of the contestants said that pottery is almost as good as sex ; I wouldn’t go that far though. It’s just good, dirty fun.

Delving deeper I yank out some sort of cable. Probably a remnant from when the house was built.

Then I see the severed finger attached to the end.

It’s another week and another piece of flash fiction for Friday Fictioneers, prompted by Rochelle and the interesting image provided by © Connie Gayer …(Mrs. Russell). Thanks to both of you!

This week my fiction clocks in at exactly 100 words but I had to work really hard to bring it down …

Edit : For cohesion I changed saw to see in the last sentence.

29 thoughts on “The Garden After the Rain : Friday Fictioneers

      1. Yay! I’ve just finished the first draft of my first chapter so also have far to go. I’m enjoying it immensely though! Please let me know is yours progresses 🙂


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