• Skip to primary navigation
  • Skip to main content
  • Skip to primary sidebar

101 Words

101 Word Short Stories

  • Subscribe
  • About
  • Submissions
  • Volunteer

Weeding

March 13, 2020 4 Comments

Weeding
Share4
Tweet
Email
More
4 Shares

She leaned forward to uproot the bindweed; her unbound breasts swinging freely against her chest. Going braless allowed the air to cool her through her cotton shirt’s fabric.

She sat back on her heels, her gloves caked with dirt; tea stains on her shirt; a tangled mound of weeds lying at her knees.

She wobbled when she stood.

Tomorrow her doctors would dig into her soil in search of weeds. The uprooted knots would change her shape forever.

She yanked her shirt over her head and stared hard into the future—then moved to the vegetable patch to plant fresh seedlings.

By Dreena Collins

Reader Interactions

Comments

  1. Chuck says

    March 13, 2020 at 7:24 am

    Excellent, cancer , I assume, as weeds could lead to a greater piece on the jungle of our bodies connecting with nature. I hope you write that one too. Keep up the good work.

    Reply
  2. lisafriedlanderlicsw says

    March 13, 2020 at 9:28 am

    Just lovely.

    Reply
  3. Stella Klein says

    March 13, 2020 at 3:16 pm

    Loved this

    Reply
  4. K8Ghost says

    March 15, 2020 at 12:34 pm

    Therapeutic. A bold woman facing and grasping a future.

    Reply

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Primary Sidebar

Search Stories

The end.