She closes her eyes, drawing breath deep into her lungs.
The aroma of fresh cut grass touches her nose, a reminder that life doesn’t end with death.
A solitary tear escapes her eyes as her cheeks tingle with warmth from the sun.
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Lovely.
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Thank you!
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Enchanting and tragic at once! You’ve written a great piece!
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Thank you! This is my first time writing for a YeahWrite contest and I had a great time.
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So moving!
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Thank you!
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There’s a lot of emotion in this story, Danielle. I like the touching of the nose and the mixing of sadness and warmth at the end.
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Thank you!
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A bittersweet take. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks, Meg!
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