FLASH FICTION FRIDAY 55
The boulders one atop another stood sentinel to the field, basking in the sunlight.
Her stroll took her into this meadow never walked before.
She saw it. Imagination ran. Had beautiful celestial beings left this here? Someone's passion marked this spot in memory of lost love?
She sat by the stones warmed by the sun.
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(Photo credit: Sunbather by Nancy S. Schmitz - Kodak picture of the day)