short stories

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A Bouquet of Dreams
a far away fellow a far away fellow

A Bouquet of Dreams

It was a beautiful golden day in May, lapped in light and the heat of noon.  The gulls were cleaving the sky with their echoing cries; the wind wandered by the beech and the willows stirring their branches as they softly sighed.  The hawthorn too looked sweet and fresh, like apples in rain.  The blooming mayflowers that were now sprinkling their floral delights from every spray would soon be fading, as in Autumn they will become laden with a rich bounty of bright red shiny peggles.  Maverick and I lingered a while to quaff its heady fragrance, when keen from her lair a spider leaned to procure the many tiny white flies that visited the flowers.  I watched the many butterflies’ wings open and close like a hinge, sun blessed as they basked in the warmth of the sun, the bees too were droning their sounds rising as gradual as a lute, becoming almost meditative.

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