I’ve been nominated for another Tell The Story Challenge by Kristian of Tales From The Mind of Kristian.
You Can read that post here.
This challenge was created by John from The Eclectic Contrarian.
This is the photo Kristian chose to inspire our stories:
I’m sorry this is so late, Kristian. I hope you forgive me!
My Garden, My Oasis
There is a place I often visit when I need to get away for a while. When I need time to breathe and disconnect from the world, and I don’t have to go any further than my backyard.
I sit on this bench, my head leaned back in relaxation while I feel the warmth of the sun kiss my face. I breathe in the tantalizing aromas of the flowers that surround me, and I close my eyes as I exhale a long sigh of relief as the wind caresses my tresses. I wouldn’t call myself a master of seduction, but for me, all one needs to do is mimic mother nature.
I open my eyes in the early morning light and notice the dew drops that are still on the lilacs. I inhale the intoxicating scent and I watch as a honey bee lands on a tulip to gather its nectar. My thoughts, as they often do, drift to him.
I sigh a heavy sigh as I dream of his beautiful eyes gazing into my own, his breath tickling my ear as he whispers praises into it. The feel of his arms wrapped around me as I rest my head on his chest. I think of how we would spend mornings in this very garden, his kisses tasting like coffee, french vanilla, and a taste that can only be described as him. The scent of his sandalwood cologne mixing with the sweet aroma of the flowers in the garden, making me high. I think about his hands running through my hair, and the jokes he tells to make me laugh. I imagine the look of adoration he gives me as he watches me, my body leaned forward, my hair spilling over my face and shoulders, and boisterous laughter escaping my lips, I get lost in his eyes and my laughter abruptly comes to a halt. I lean in for another coffee flavored kiss, but this time I put more passion into it, not passions of lust, but rather love. I’m falling in love with him and tears sting my eyes at the realization.
Once again I let my imagination run away with me. I wipe the tears from my eyes and try to pray away his handsome face, but to no avail. I’ve been here before and this isn’t the first time I’ve tried to pray him away, but everywhere I go, something reminds me of him, and it hits my heart like a freight train because I know my feelings are not reciprocated.
This isn’t my best work, but I wanted to write something romantic, since I am a romantic, but I hadn’t originally intended for it to turn sad, but I just went with it. My brain is still a little fried from Weatherization training, but the only way I will improve my writing, is to keep writing, so I hope I did this story some justice, and that you found some enjoyment out of it.
Here is my photo:
I nominate you. Yeah, you! The person reading this right now.
Love & life lessons,