flashfictober 06: swing

He brewed a honeysuckle mead that tasted like sunshine and green grass and languid afternoons. He made an apple cider that made you think of bonfire smoke and falling leaves.

When the weather changes to fall, I start thinking about all the foods I’ve been missing all summer. Plus I was hungry when I wrote it, so the flash piece this morning was very, very food-centric.

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