In my creative writing course, we were given a picture and had to quickly write a character description for it. This is mine, purposely leaving the picture out, so your imagination can run rampant and wild and add its lil visual twist:
It had to be done. Her parents had been long gone, and her siblings moved far away. Things were dismal and separated. She seemed to be the only one who still craved home--the only one who still remembered.
Remembered the nights of summer cicadas and overgrown gardens. Of unkempt sunflower fields, dried up and yellowed from a sun that burned too hot.
So, she went to say goodbye. She wanted it to be proper. She sorted her closest, picked out her brightest blues, and ironed out the wrinkles where time had had its way. And her glossy white heels--always.
Her heels dipped into the mud, tipping her ankles dangerously close into the ground with every stumble through the uneven, dried mud. She walked on--she walked through the rows of sunflowers much too tall to ignore, and much too beautiful to cut. She walked until the beating sun wore down on her, and her childhood memories flooded back before her eyes. Days of her and siblings racing between stems, playing hide and seek with only leaves to conceal their loud whispers and giggles. She walked until the end of the field, where the reminiscing was forced to end.
It had to be done. The sunflowers too tall too be ignored and too beautiful to be cut would soon be gone, withered like her memories would soon be, too. But, she walked on.
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