Artwork © Eric N. Peterson

 

Her Yellow Dusted Fingers, My Scar Mottled Skin

Walking through a field of flowers, their pigment tinted our ankles as we walked amongst them. My bare feet padding through the fresh dirt, her pale dress dusted yellow. Her hair blowing in the wind, escaping the cage of her nimble fingers as that tried to cage her mane back to sanity. I laughed as she failed, eventually offering her the clip that held back my own hair. Humming softly, I watched as her hair was tamed in a thick plait. Humming softly, I fell deeper in love with her.

I didn’t realize I was standing still until she called my name from the top of the hill. I smiled and returned to her embrace as we laid under the maternal shade of the hundred-year-old oak tree. Sitting under the tree, I read our favorite book aloud as I watched her collect flowers, returning with an armful of those yellow blossoms. Laying in my lap, she twisted and tied the stems together, commentating on the book. Watching her, I fell deeper in love.

Soon she got bored with the flowers themselves, and turned her attention to my skin, her fingers tracing my scars with her yellow dusted fingers, creating a masterpiece of wildflowers over my mottled skin. She pinched my thigh, urging me to continue reading. I had never even realized I had stopped reading in favor of watching her.

As we walked home, our dresses stained bright yellow and green, having crowned ourselves Queens of The Fields, a coronation of flower crowns made of crystal petals and sacred stems. Humming softly, I fell deeper in love.

 

Maya Nordeen is am a sophomore at Francis Howell High School in St. Charles, Missouri. Mayaidentify as abrosexual and uses she/her pronouns. She has been writing since the seventh grade and has only recently begun to write more often, though she wants to go into astrophysics when I graduate high school.

Eric N. Peterson is from Atlanta, Ga. He’s been drawing cartoons all his life. He leans towards the absurd, imaginative, and the surreal, as that’s where all the flavor is.