The young girl was frightened at the change and yet drawn to The People just the same. As she drew in closer to them she told herself she would only ask for directions to her home, she needed to return home to Mum. Suddenly one of The People grabbed her, speaking softly that the ceremony was to begin and she must take her place.
No sooner had she seated herself than a beautiful woman who looked much like her Mum, only much younger, dressed in a gown of white began to walk down the aisle. It was then that the young girl realized she was at a wedding. She strained in her seat to see the groom but could not quite make out his face, for he was standing at a great distance from her.
As suddenly as The People had arrived they vanished , the quiet music still ringing in her ears and all that remained of her vision was a bouquet of wildflowers on a dark antique chair.
What was this place? The young girl saw nary a bug but noticed the intricacies of each blade of grass, of the stems of the flowers and the water droplets. In awe of the great details she saw the young girl stopped, remembering her little sketch pad she kept in her pocket. She sat and drew in great detail the veins of each blade of grass, the way nutrients of the flowers glittered up the stem to the flower and how the petals of the flower vibrated with each drink the roots took in.
Exhausted from such a task the young girl laid down to rest among the flowers.
Pressing on into the forest the sun's evening rays glimmering in between the trees. A clearing diverged and the young girl took it and the sight she saw took her breath away. A cloud capped mountain and the suns lowering rays shining on the valley below showing the trail of a small river. She sat down upon a fallen tree and simply soaked in the sight.
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Standing up the young girl realized she had fallen asleep under the great tree just past Farmer O'Neal's pasture. The bouquet of wildflowers still in her hands she quickly waved her goodbye to the farmer and ran home. She not only had beautiful flowers for Mum but a story to share as well.
I hope you enjoyed this short story. I know it has been a while since I've posted anything here, it is a season for sure. Life as a mother can be hard and sometimes there are moments when we just don't understand why we're feeling as we do. That is where I am today, where I'll probably be for a few more days. At times like these I find it extremely therapeutic to write, many things I write I don't share but today I set out to post a few lovely photos but when it came to writing a snippet about each picture a story came out instead. Please pay no mind to improper grammar or change in voice, it is but a first draft but as with most things related to therapy it needs no perfecting for it is what it is. My prayer is that it brightens your day as it has already brightened mine.