Today's OneWord: July

July was a month of dry whiskey and cherries in a basket. Popping the sweetness between my teeth one by one and kissing you with the juice still floating behind my tongue. The roses peeking from their sleepy leafy eyelids, cropped up around my aunt's backyard.

Your fingers were sticky from fruit and lemonade, but you wouldn't let go of my hand. I felt my legs ache as I stood up. You helped me walk.