Idyll (flash fiction)




Every summer Diane and Lisa went to their favourite picnic spot in the forest.

They would spread out their blanket in the shade of a large oak tree and produce cold meats, bread, cheese, pickles, tomatoes, and apples out of their picnic basket. Then sparkling wine was poured into champagne flutes and they toasted the summer looking below at the small township and the trees.

This year the picnic was laid out again but Diane toasted the empty space where Lisa would have been.


Joanne Fisher


Word count: 84


This was written with the prompt idyll provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #109.


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