After you died, I took a walk in the fields by our house and pretended the blades of grass were things we fought about. The wind helped push them away. I stayed until dark and danced with fireflies in your memory. For a moment, I almost forgot I was human.
Amanda Rivard holds a certificate in creative writing and has been published in 101 Words and Blue Villa.
So very beautiful, Amanda. Heart-wrenching and hopeful. I keep reading it over and again. So very well done. Thank you.
A haunting scene, almost ethereal, that communicates the poignant to-and-fro of grief, with its fleeting moments of respite.