The Pollening

drone photo by jeremy gilchrist

Yellow air dusted everyone who dared go outside. We all looked sickly, most of us miserable. Sneezes caused the powdery tree sperm to be flung off as a wet dog shakes off the water. Snorfling followed, a disgusting, yet necessary action. The spores lingered throughout summer. Hearts clenched.

This piece was originally written for Flash Fiction Friday at Inner Circle Writers’ Group.