Normally wouldn’t post something like this so early, but this one gives a good feeling. The title was inspired by a post from fellow WordPresser, “LittleFears“. More once it’s done.
The meadow stretched almost endless, and absolutely abuzz with life.
Birds sang in the trees. Crickets chirped in the tall grass, which itself swished and sighed. All beneath a mellow sun and a dazzling, cloudless sky.
The picnic blanket, made of a heavy, black and white checkered cloth, spread itself wide upon the late-summer breeze. She held the blanket tight, lest the breeze suddenly become a wind and try to pull it from her thin fingers. She would just have to watch her nails. They’d gotten too long again, and if she were forced to pull too hard, she would most certainly-
And sure enough, the wind did pick up. Which made the blanket go taut in her hands. She felt her nails dig into the fabric, felt their tips straining against it.
She cast a wicked grin up at the sky. “So help me, if you make me tear this, even one little hole… I will rip YOU a new-”
The wind became a breeze again, and the picnic blanket resumed its gentle flutter…