Saturday, 1 March 2014


by R.S. Bohn

The lady's slipper bulged, drooped, and out he fell, damp and curled.

He ended his hibernation always thus, in pink petals newly emerged from curving green stems, themselves freshly pushed out of the dark earth.

Standing, he brushed specks of snow from his knees. The cobwebs of Winter's soul surrounded him: melting ice and patches of white.

Spring stepped from shadows into the sun and banished them.

Behind him, a cold sigh on his neck.

"Not another minute? Or three?"

Spring smiled. "Half a minute, no more."

Winter slipped cool hands beneath Spring's tunic.

Spring shivered, and counted the seconds.

Author bio: RS lives in Detroit, where they aim for a zombie theme park. She thinks one already exists in her head. Admission is free:

Interlude is part of 101 Fiction issue 3.


  1. Ohh, I did not expect such a sensual climax to the handing of a baton from one season to another... Fabulous :)

  2. I like the relationship between Spring and Winter, too often they´re portrayed as enemies or unable to co-exist. Also, greedy Winter is sexy ;)