Microfiction: Forbidden grass

A 99 word piece of flash fiction for Charli’s challenge: something not allowed. I’d forgotten that often in the UK the interdiction is preceded by a polite ‘please’. I rather like the French equivalentโ€”’pelouse interdite’ which translates as ‘forbidden lawn’.

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‘Keep off the grass’. One of the first things she learned to read. The neat little notice stuck neatly on its little stick in a sea of smooth close-clipped green. With the years, the fear of stepping where feet were not allowed turned into a terror of stepping out into any open space, jumping into the placid water of swimming pools, entering examination halls, impeccably carpeted rooms. It took a student dare, to scale the railings of the park at midnight, make love in the middle of a summer silvery lawn, to end it. Grass didnโ€™t bite after all.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

29 thoughts on “Microfiction: Forbidden grass”

      1. I suspect memory airbrushes out the really nasty things, and the events that don’t make sense to an adult perspective, as you say, they sink into a sort of odds and ends bin.

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