***Warning: Mature Subject***
They kept their friendship secret, meeting at the old stump in the glade. Their families would’ve been outraged if discovered. As they reached middle teens, they realized their bodies were changing.
In the creek beneath the bridge, they explored each other.
“It’s so big,” exclaimed Iris. “Can I touch it?”
“Sure,” said Cory.
“Wow. It’s hard.”
Cory shrugged. “It just changed.” He pointed. “Those are new.”
“You like? They just grew out.”
“Sure! Careful, they’re sensitive.”
He touched them gently. “So soft. They’re beautiful.”
Iris blushed and removed her hand from his bicep. “I hoped you’d like my fairy wings.”
Author’s Note: I wasn’t sure if I should put a warning on or not, since this story obviously isn’t what it seems. I figured my misdirection of the reader is enough to warrant it. I thought I’d stay on the safe side.
Every week, the Friday Fictioneers meet by an old stump and write flash fiction from photo prompts. This week’s photo is a lovely one from Sandra Crook. Look here for more stories based upon the photo above: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/03/11/13-march-2015/