Shrouded in a cloud of dust from the old wagon trail, the truck came to a rolling stop. It had been years since she had been to the meadow.
It looked like nothing had changed; other than the willows had grown taller. Well, so had she.
She strolled through the waist high grass. From beneath her boots, the soothing scent of wild mint mingled with bees buzzing around flowers.
As a child, this had been her playground. Picnics, exploring, honing her nature skills.
Relaxation for the soul. A diversion for the mind. Then, as now, it was a sanctuary.
It looked like nothing had changed; other than the willows had grown taller. Well, so had she.
She strolled through the waist high grass. From beneath her boots, the soothing scent of wild mint mingled with bees buzzing around flowers.
As a child, this had been her playground. Picnics, exploring, honing her nature skills.
Relaxation for the soul. A diversion for the mind. Then, as now, it was a sanctuary.
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - February 10, 2016 - Write a story about wild spaces
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