Keeping the promise

She was alone.
Wild flowers swayed in the wind.
A hill lay ahead.
Slowly she walked up the side of it, there a single plant stood, noticeable among the others.
Lavender.
She bent down and snapped off one of the flowering buds.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
A slight wisp of wind tugged her, guiding her.
She followed, down the hill to the valley.
There stood a single girl, her skin was an olive complexion.
She wore a dress made from the whitest sheep wool.
The lady stoped, tears flowing down her face freely.
The girl turned, a single smile on her lips.


The End