This short story is for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt. It isn’t finished so I might have to go back to it. For once it has nothing whatsoever to do with my WIP. Thanks goodness…

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The crisped muscles of her face relax into a smile as the warm breeze bathes her in the heavy scents of rose and lavender. Memories stir and she seems to remember being here before. How long is it, she wonders since she was outdoors in the warm? Her hand goes to her face, touches the place where the sunlight falls.

She closes her eyes, pulls the flower heads from a spear of lavender and walks slowly, guided by the bushes at the side of the path, or perhaps by memory, to the love seat at the end.

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