Field of Dreams

I wrote this late yesterday, but I wasn’t able to post it until now.  It’s based on a photo prompt from WriYe DreamWidth.

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Wolfgang sat in the middle of the field, has gaze on the swaying lavender. He’d never seen – or smelled – anything like it. When he’d first arrived, he wondered about it. Why would anyone plant so much lavender? It wasn’t as though it was a grain that you could make bread out of. He wasn’t sure you could really eat it at all. He knew you could make tea out of it.

Then, he’d set the chair out in the field and it didn’t matter anymore why they grew so much lavender. He inhaled the sweet fragrance and closed his eyes. For the first time in what seemed like years, his head didn’t hurt – not even a bit.

“Wolfie,” a voice called.

Sighing, Wolfgang opened his eyes and gave Mikas a crooked smile. “Hey,” he said, standing. He hurried through the swaying lavender until he was beside the smaller man. “What’s up?”

“Your brother was looking for you,” Mikas said, rolling his eyes. He shook his head. “Something about missing ducks.”

Wolfgang grimaced and then started inside.

Mikas fell into step beside him, easily keeping pace in spite of his smaller stature. “Aren’t you going to put the chair back where you found it?” he asked.

“I’m probably going to need it again,” Wolfgang said, shrugging. Depending on how things went with Gilbert, he might need to sleep out in the field of lavender.

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