(This little tale can be read as the sequel to yesterday’s, with the prompt to use the three words: Pain, Veil, Stillness. Or it works perfectly fine as a ‘standalone’ 🙂
Girl in meadow: picture prompt
Heaven turned out to be a wildflower meadow in summer lit by a bright, white sky. Like the light which had beckoned her while men in orange suits cut her out of the mangled metal of her car.
Heaven turned out to be a wildflower meadow in summer lit by a bright, white sky. Like the light which had beckoned her while men in orange suits cut her from the mangled metal of her car.
Ironic really, as she had been on her way to choose flowers, and daisies had been first on her list. Unpretentious, symbols of purity, innocence, new beginnings, joy and cheerfulness, Google had told her. Leaving out the innocence – she remembers smiling – what flower could be more perfect for a wedding?
Perhaps that’s why her heaven is this meadow of daisies. She puts her hand to the straw hat she was wearing at the time, and gazes across the waving sea of green and white to where a small, clapboard church sits among trees.
She knows this church. It’s the one they had chosen to be married in.
Is that where he waits for her? She will sit here, watching until he comes. After all, she has nothing else to do and all eternity in which to do it.
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