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Flash Fiction | MicroXpression | Prompt | Dew
Communing With Nature
In the early morning dew
Agency Magazine, June 12, 2025, MicroXpression Microfiction
An early cool Spring morning, the dew still damp on the grasses.
I glance out the window, and there she is. Like a beautiful flower dancing in the field. Her daily ritual. Just happy and content with everything, stopping to inhale the scent of everything and take in the world.
She makes me smile. She makes me laugh. Out loud. She is truly a flower child. I think she’d make friends with every animate and inanimate thing on the planet.
While she’s out, I hum as I prepare her breakfast. She is always famished when she returns from her communing with nature.
I’m happy she’s mine, and I am hers. We are a pair. A team.
I’m so glad she chose me to be her partner.
She returns shaking, not from the cold, but from shear happiness.
Looking at me she smiles.
Wagging her tail, she runs to her bowl and consumes her food faster than I can count to ten.
Puppies, huh?
