D.L. Strand


They killed my grandpa on a Thursday. 

I forget the month, although I know it was Spring because the sun shone brightly on our lawn outside the front window. The dew was heavy and sparkled like shattered glass. 

The Garden –

Maggie knelt among the roses and lilies and purple lilac. The scents merged into a delicate perfume unique to her garden. This was her happy place – the only place where she truly felt safe. Content. Here, she could forget the troubles of the world, and at the same time, truly feel as if she were a part of it.