yellow flowers (a short story)

She spent a lot of weeks writing short stories and being happy. She went out often and forgot to put on her moisturizer. She snoozed her alarm so much that she eventually stopped setting it. She fell in love without worrying about sex, and she had sex without worrying about love. She went to the park to collect the yellow flowers whose name she did not know, and she twisted them up and put them in jars for her friends to collect when they came by.

by camille pirtle

This story was written in August 2023 in Chicago, Illinois. It is previously unpublished.