He was in the meadows again. The air was cool and the night scented stock caressed his skin.
He was in the meadows again. The sea whispered his name and the stars whirled and danced in joy for him.
He was in the meadows again. He was home. He never wanted to leave. He smiled, lay down and closed his eyes.
To be continued…
All the “Far From Home” posts can be read here.
Links to other blogs:
1) Amarantis contemplates the fate of the man who thought he was her grandfather here.