100-Word Fiction: ‘Down the Lonning’

– What are the white flowers in the grass? – Cow parsley, said John. – No, no, Alex starkly corrected him: it’s Queen Anne’s Lace. She held his stare. He turned around and started down the lonning. – Maybe May flower, something, he said. – What was that? – Nothing. Nothing. Jack ran up toContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Down the Lonning’”