The field ahead stretched forever
Sunlight piercing through the clouds
A sea of yellow blossoms
Dancing in the breeze.
I walked through
Brushing my hand across their flowers
Pollen gathering on my fingertips
The sweet aroma flowing through the air
Flowers parting in a clearing
Broken stones once neatly arranged in the center
One standing tall above the rest
Weathered and cracked
Stone battered and bleached,
Worn by years of sun and wind
I knelt before it.
It still read her name,
Years after she left.
Cait Boyle is a senior at Lindenwood University. She is majoring in Game Design, with additional minors in both Studio Art and Creative Writing. She often writes short stories in the horror genre. In her free time, she enjoys sewing, drawing, and playing tabletop games with friends and family