Fiction

Where The Wildflowers Grow

The things we leave behind

Image courtesy Pixabay

The path that led into the forest was overgrown now. Jamie could still see the meandering ribbon of lighter dirt beneath nodding clumps of grass and leaves.

This would be the last time she’d go into the woods but she didn’t mind. They elders didn’t ask her to leave but she left anyway. How could she stay and…

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🌬️Mitch

🌬️Mitch

Just the guy next door. Glad to meet you. Pull up a chair, let’s chat. I do stir the pot sometimes.