‘It’s strange I’ve been having more dreams about Imelda these days’ Winter thought as vivid images of Imelda continued to flash through his mind, the image of her once vibrant smile, that adorned her small pouted lips, his candle-glow blonde hair, her beautiful tanned skin with a touch of honey to it, the glistening violet of her eyes and her tall slender body that used to fit perfectly into his wide arms. How can he possibly forget all of that? But as her hair danced with the wind as they stayed in a field full of yellow petals…watching her smile so beautifully…like she found peace, he thought…it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Winter” She called over the loud breeze that danced with her. While he couldn’t remember sharing those memories with her, he still cherished them. “
