fff#21: when people wore pyjamas and lived life slow...

hasn't come to me this fast in awhile, and i wasn't expecting these words...i credit dj thz with unexpected inspiration.
flash fiction friday #21 (starter trigger):
it wasn’t how fresh the smell of mangos made the air.
it wasn’t how fresh the haze of just-cut grass and recent rain felt against my skin.
it wasn’t even how fresh the boy next door was, not pretending he wasn’t eyeing my ass in my shorts as i bent over snatching up nearly-ripe julies.
it was how fresh the intro to slick rick’s children’s story was and the realisation that he knew all the words that made me fall in love with him forever in that moment...

walk good.