Mood Piece February 5 2018

She remembered him surrounded in white flowers. There weren't any, she knew. That field was all grass, nothing to flower at all. She knew there couldn't have been any white flowers. But there should have been. In a dealer world, in a universe that wasn't broken there would have been white flowers dotting the landscape around him. That was a strange thing to know. Something she couldn't know except that she did in her very bones. There was a truth, a solid kind of necessity in it that put the lie to a world that spun around as if no such sin had ever been committed. But she knew. In a world that wasn't broken there would have been white flowers, and more time.