This tiny horror fic was inspired by the scene of a young girl laying in a field of flowers in a blue dress day dreaming. I am sure you know the one I am not mentioning explicitly. It quickly took a very dark turn.
She lay in the field, eyes closed, the sun warm on her skin. She relaxed as the long grass cushioned her body, and tuned out the screaming.
She ignored the liquid splattering on her, stupid brother never could leave her alone. “Stop splashing Jonah.” She said languidly in what she assumed was his direction as more hit her. She didn’t bother opening her eyes.
“Not doin’ it on purpose, she won’t stop strugglin’.” He whinged.
Another splatter, had her frowning, and then she smiled as the noise and splashing stopped. God, it really was the most beautiful day out.
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