Back by popular demand with the help of this week’s Friday Fictioneer prompt, the story of Madeline continues. She is an intriguing one, that woman whose past is catching up to her with lightning speed. Thanks for reading.
A thousand memories hung in the air as Madeline moved methodically through the garden. Her hands lightly skimmed the shrubs she and Jacob had planted that first spring she visited her uncle’s farm. The tender shoots shivered, their energy rushing up her arms, and a chill brushed her neck just as Jacob had that day, so long ago.
Was he there? She wondered.
Madeline sat down and laid her satchel beside her on the cool stone. She inhaled deeply, drinking in the moment. Something rustled in the hedge. A hawk nearby sounded an alarm. Jacob must be on on his way.