Just a little something....

I wrote this quite recently a few nights ago, because I had an urge to.
I wrote it quite completely in a mere 15 minutes, so if it does not meet your expectations, I deeply sympathize.

The Garden; episode 23

Her eyes glistened with tears as she ran her fingers across the fountain of the garden. Their garden. The garden they had spent countless hours in, reminiscing memories…and creating new adventures to tell of later. She stood motionless for what seemed like forever, and backed up to sit on the bench that Geoffrey and her sat on every afternoon. Everyday, they used to come here and just sit and stare at their enchanting garden. They had found it on one of their earliest adventures, soon after the wedding…just a lovely garden with a broken water fountain in the centre. As lovely as the garden was, it was vacant and cold. So they planted flowers, her and Geoffrey, flowers of every sort and every color, surrounding the water fountain of which Geoffrey mended with his own hands. They had adopted this garden, and permitted butterflies, insects, birds and squirrels to wander throughout it as they pleased. And soon it dawned upon them that no one came there but them, and it was their very own secret garden, of which they would tend to and take care of themselves. It wasn’t very practical to tend to the garden from home, so they simply moved to the suburbs. A house that was conveniently for sale about a mile’s stroll from their garden, and which she or Geoffrey would walk this mile everyday alone, or together. Once he passed away, she stopped nurturing to the garden day after day, and spent mindless hours in bed mourning for the loss of her loved one. The flowers grew out of hand and spread to wild extents, covering the stone pathways with vines and weeds. The water fountain had dried out and grown rusty, brown spots covering the bowl of the fountain no longer making it a pleasure to gaze upon. And as the garden slowly died, so did she. Today was the first day in a year that she had step foot into the garden. Their garden. A tear dropped gravely onto the edge of the bench, and she wiped it away with a sigh as she rose calmly and collectively, and she walked down the path of their garden towards home, for the very last time.