ONE SHOT FICTION: The Forgotten

I had a dream last night. I was running in a field of fresh grass, silky blades rustling beneath my feet, butterflies gayly fluttering overhead in a gathering of colour in a cloudless blue sky. Tiny ants and insects wandering over fertile soil, dandelions waiting to be blown and wished upon donned the hedgerow, along …

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