Micro fiction by Kristy Gherlone
Pleased with what she had created, Mother Earth wanted to rest for a while and admire her beautiful children.
They climbed all over her, showering her face with sweet-scented kisses, so happy to have her near. She sang lullabies to settle them as they clamored for a place closest to her heart.
“No need to fight, dear ones,” she whispered. “You ARE my heart.”