I dance on tiptoes over low-lying nettles, emerging into the shimmering glade as coos descend from up in the rustling canopy above. Midges dizzy around me at the speed of light like tiny evening tornadoes, while golden-hour light bounces around the foliage. Something soft, tickly, unseen, lands on the bridge of my nose. I blow a stream of air upwards, and it doesn’t budge. I try to flick it off, but my fingertips just can’t find it. A drifting hair? A wandering bug? No ... this must be a cunning snare laid by an overambitious arachnid. Chuckling, I trundle freely onwards.
Vicki Leigh is a UK-based writer who has also been featured in Globe Soup and Fusilli Flash Fiction. Writing is like exhaling for her, and her Instagram is @vicalicalic.