The Fable of a Late Spring

By Rachel Canwell-


Everyday she woke and dug a little deeper. Searching for the seed. The one she knew would make her worthy. And deserving.

Of time, of space, of joy.

Of love.

Her growing time curtailed, spent lurking in shadows; measured against straight trunks nurtured by unknown, unnamed people. In whose boughs she was found wanting.

Until one day she wandered from the path. And distracted, came across a girl with skin as soft as rose petals, mossy hair and a creeping vine tattoo.

A girl who whispering in her ear, took her to bed.

And helped her plant her own tree.


Rachel Canwell is a writer and teacher living in Cumbria. She is currently working on a flash collection and her first novel which was shortlisted for the Retreat West Pitch to Win 2021. Her short fiction has been published in Sledgehammer Lit, Pigeon Review and The Birdseed amongst others. You can find her on Twitter at: @bookbound2019

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