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Cicada song… (August 7th FFF)

I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback!

Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate…

So here it is!

Previously published on August 7th of 2016, this short pice of fiction seemed fit with the beautiful summer we are having this year.  I hope it’ll speak to you (again). And where ever you are, stay safe and well 🙂





She was lying in the tall hay, eyes closed, open minded…

What is summer…?

It might have slipped from her lips. Or his, had he been there. But she was alone, with her thoughts, resting in the field, her skin offered to the sun.

What is summer…?

Summer is all about feelings, that’s why people crave it so much, she thought.

It is wild flowers blooming, and weeds growing tall… Green leaves covering trees, making them forget their winter’s nakedness. It is blood red moons, announcing the upcoming heat.

Summer is the smell of freshly cut grass. Or the tint of a thousand BBQs grilling all together, giving the breeze a symphony scent of promised delights. It is the salty fragrance of the sea, lingering on your skin after a day spent playing in the ocean’s waves.

Summer is the banquet of summer-fresh yummies, from the late spring strawberries to the early autumn sweet corn… The taste of a sandwich, not quite exactly the same, when eaten on a plaid in a park, while the children play with the dog at safe distance. It is the refreshing taste of water, drunk straight from the hose.

Summer is the sensation of the cool ocean spray on your heated body, and then the tickling of the warm sand, as you lay down to dry, hoping he’ll peek your way. It is the hot wind, pushing kites higher and higher to make the kids giggle, and the traitor frisky breeze that makes you squeeze in a little tighter, or have a good reason to do so, when the sun has set…

Summer is the chirping of birds, before the first ray of light in the morning… It is the wind in the leaves, making the forests sing their hush hush song as pedestrians walk between the bushes. Summer is an “I love you” murmured, curled up in his old beat up car, still feeling like a Disney Princess as he lowers his voice to reply “Love you too, babe” in the dark, not knowing yet that it will be just a summer love… or not.

Watching an ant walking up her ankle she kept wondering about summer.

What is summer…?

The wind seemed to whisper to her.

What is summer to you… ?


To her it all summed up in just one thing. One simple and natural thing…

Summer was a cicada song…



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