The Connection


She emptied her mind, holding only thoughts of him.

This was their place, their secret forest.

In life their connection was strong.

His spirit was born to mystery…his soul receptive to the unknown.

The essence of his life was to live, love and dream. She hoped to capture that essence…to reach his dreams.

There was a rustle in the trees…a crunch underfoot. He was here.

He carried red roses…her favourite.

He laid them beside the tree.

‘I know you’re here,’ he said. ‘I miss you.’

A gentle breeze crossed his face. His hand reached up.

But she was gone.

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