Pressed between faded pages, I find them. And remember how foxgloves and poppies lined those salt-scented Cornish lanes and how they smacked of lust, sun, freedom. And how I threaded delicate daisies through my wispy blonde hair, and ran weeping through the pittering rain. And how red campions spelled out danger, and how I just did it anyway. And how the bluebells shook their sapphire heads as we drifted smiling from the ancient church. And how roses made us happy. And how one day I blew away the seeds of the dandelion clock to be left alone with no one.
Mary Thompson’s work has been shortlisted, long-listed and published in various journals and competitions including Flash 500, Fish Short Memoir, Writing Magazine, Retreat West, Reflex Fiction, Ellipsis Zine, the Cabinet of Heed, Spillwords, Memoir Mixtapes, the Fiction Pool and Marauder Literary Journal.