Flash Fiction: Field

It looked so pretty – the field.

White flowers adorned the lush green land. A soft breeze always blew in the field. The breeze carried the mellow and sweet scent of the flowers to surrounding areas. It had always been a place of wonder for all the travelers. The sight of the pristine snowy blooms rejuvenated the minds and souls of those weary of their wanderings. One would often see hares and other timid beings making their way into the field to seek refuge in it. It was a small patch of utopia.

Then the war came. And the white field no longer remained white. Red soon covered it.

Word Count: 108


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