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The Flower Feilds
She snatched her hand back and ran to the car. She didn’t know what she was thinking, coming back here was a mistake. Her brother thought she could sell the house, well they were wrong. Nobody could ever live in that house again. As she drove off in the car, a small breeze picked up and a low growl came from the swaying fields of flowers.
By Brittany Yacono
She reached the door and ran her shaky hand down the deep scar. Flashes of memories long since berried came rushing back. A dark summer night, a scream, her sister running into the flower fields, the sting of pain, blood and tears running down her face, her father putting her and her brother into the car and never coming back. That was 22 years ago and they never found her sister.
rusSlowly she walked towards the house. The gavel driveway crunched under her feet. As she got closer she could see the front door. The screen door had fallen off its hinges and she could see the scar on the old wood door. She stepped onto the stairs to the porch, they squeaked with each step. The floor boards creaked and she feared her foot would go right through.
She stepped out of the car and looked at the dilapidated, gray farmhouse in front of her. In front was a weeping-willow tree with a tire swing falling off its branches. Behind the house you could see a sea of sunflowers, overgrown, and wild. She used to dance in those flowers all summer as a young girl, but it had been 22 years since she even dared to look at them
vangelsugar added this comment 2009-02-11 23:52:18-06:00
o ya that is my sister!!
scorpianking added this comment 2008-06-07 14:13:04-05:00
coool....
vangelsugar added this comment 2009-02-11 23:52:18-06:00
o ya that is my sister!!
scorpianking added this comment 2008-06-07 14:13:04-05:00
coool....