Eden Hinspeter

Their Special Place

Standing at the edge of the treeline, Archer Bishop looked to the field beyond his eyes. Long rows of marigolds stood side by side, their beauty calling to anyone who passed. Taking in his surroundings, he tried to submerge the memories that were bleeding into his consciousness. This was their spot. This was where they would go to escape. Endless days running through those fields, full of laughter and light, days that would never dawn again. Drawing a deep breath he willed his feet to take those much needed steps to reach the fields, the steps towards the flowers that she loved so dearly. It was a place so full of beauty and peace. A place where the sun embraced all, where the flowers danced with the wind, and the sounds blended into a harmonious song. A place she loved more than anything. Approaching the flowers he outstretched his trembling hand, pausing before he could touch the petals. Marigolds were always her favourite, especially the ones from this field. He remembered the first time Grace had led him here, like it was yesterday. It was the day after they had lost their mother.