Patron Flash Fiction – Mushroom Man


Rene was halfway out on the Redwing trail when the sobbing stopped her steps. It was a dry, green day at the mouth of Spring. It was still a little cold for short-clothes, but she couldn’t help herself, and had gotten out her khaki hiking shorts and denim short-sleeve blouse to put on with her hiking boots and cap. The sun was warm on her skin, where she could find it, but this was not one of the sunnier trails. She had spent the hike so far covered in goosebumps from the chill air, but it was nice to feel the beginnings of spring against her skin.


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