Jeremy stroked a small leaf on the reddish-purple thing growing from my elbow. ‘That’s impossible.’
‘That’s what my doctor and psychiatrist said, and my dentist.’
His brows pulled together.
‘Don’t ask. Oh, a surgeon too.’
‘Thus me, a botanist. The surgeon didn’t want to cut it out?’
‘No, something about the brachial artery.’
‘It’s creeping mistletoe.’
‘Mistletoe, like Christmas?’
‘No. It’s Australian. Has a gorgeous wildflower.’ He smiled, creases adorning the corners of his blue eyes.
‘Doesn’t it need soil?’
‘No, it grows on branches of other trees.’ He bit his lip. ‘Wait, your name, Dalia, doesn’t that mean branch?’
Afterword
The mission: to write a surreal 100-word piece.
Surrealism – what fun! To play with logic. To express the unconscious mind. To delve into the uncanny, unexpected and unconventional.
Hope you enjoyed my flash fiction piece. Let me know your thoughts in the comments, below.
Photo attribution: thanks to Bence Balla-Schottner on Unsplash.