A sweet scent of olden times sweeps the air and I turn sharply,
searching for the guilty flora.
Unable to spot it quickly, I inhale
slow meaningful breaths full of childhood pleasures:
the rush of eating a berry plucked from a plant. The sweet taste of honeysuckle on the tip of my tongue.
A soft smile creeps at the remembrance of a time so far away.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
You hurl lies again and again -— with earnest eyes that pierce through mine and lie easily without fear And break— the trust I value
back home a loneliness fills the reality of it ending the fantasy blown away by the winds of truth unpack rearrange call him call her
It’s late Autumn. Sunday. Cheery yellow leaves cover the driveway like an aisle for a wedding; we walk towards the front door, hand in hand.
Minced garlic, chopped rosemary, grated ginger swirl as the wooden spoon twirls around the lamb with the trio. It is Sunday. Lamb Stew’s on the