Lillady

Imagine a cold, deserted beach at dusk. You see a figure draped facedown over the rocky coast, unmoving and limp. She's nude and her damp body is covered in half-crushed purple blooms. A salty, musky, metallic, almost blood-like, scent...

Skinned knees stained green from a long summer spent playing outside. Weaving crowns of freshly plucked dandelions. Rubbing the yellow blooms on your skin until it's as golden as the hot, persistent sun. Splitting their stems and watching...