Welcome to the first of 4 FreeSpaces featuring fiction writer Shirley Golden who, over the next few months ahead, will be sharing 4 pieces of fiction around the theme of seasonal love. Here’s her first piece:
The Seasons of Love (winter)
by Shirley Golden
He wanted to ride all the time, feel the air, driven tepid by speed. She’d cling to his back and watch scorched wheat fields pass. They’d stop, if she begged him to sunbathe in the grass, pour melted iced water from wet plastic bottles over the other one’s throat. She liked the way the liquid pooled into his jugular notch. They never stayed still for long.
The roads were slimy with heat.
She can still hear the crack and blister of tarmac, the spark of metal and snap of bone on road.
When hot weather descends, she draws down the blinds, turns up the air-conditioning, and retreats from stark chinks of light.
It doesn’t take much to pretend that she’s caught in dead winter’s grasp.
First published by Visual Verse
Some of Shirley Golden’s stories have found homes in the pages or websites of various magazines and anthologies; a few have won prizes. She lives in Hampshire where she is door-person and arbitrator to two wannabe tigers, and can sometimes be found on Twitter when she should be writing. She likes to bake jumbo chocolate and pecan cookies.
Image: Shimmering Lights on Sumida River by outakuwannabe