500 words Forum Summer

Please No CSS The wind pushed her brown locks across her china doll face. Tiny freckles splashed across her skin in a frantic pattern, burning permanent color on her cheeks. She smiles; I loved her smile. Pearly whites lines with braces aged her backwards in time. The gold and yellow flowers swayed lovely in the breeze, dancing for my beautiful love. Even as the unforgiving sun beamed down upon us, she couldn’t have been happier. She loved her garden, she loved nature, she…just…loved.                 But one day, like a wakeup call, she was gone. No more garden, no more freckles, no more china doll beautify, no more her. I held her in my heart for many years after her death. It lingered in my mind, ate at my soul, scratched at my insides, until I screamed. I screamed my pain away; I screamed till the demons burned my throat and silenced me. I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t even fathom a real reason for her death. It happened so fast. She was there…the car was there, she was gone…an empty shell in her place. But I try to hold onto her face, smiling, happy in her garden, that wonderful summer evening.

A very sad and tragic story.