for brad, because he said i could write about grass and he would read it.
once upon a time, there was a small girl. the child enjoyed the warmth of the sun on a breezy summer day and spent many hours on a grassy knoll near her neighborhood. To get the hills, she would cross the street and go down the side yard of a neighbor’s house, creep through his backyard, walk the beaten path in the forest beyond, and a breathe relief as the trail opened up to the field.
one day while she was laying in the grass, she noticed a tickling sensation on her wrist. as she looked down and squinted at it, she saw a teensy spider.
then it bit her and she died.