It was a warm summer day, the field of flowers were all in bloom, the gentle breeze in the air was carrying the fragrant perfume across the town a few miles away. The scent of the flowers on the wind gave its town the name blossom. The town was known for its export of candles and soaps with the best scents across the county. This day like any other saw Katie the soapier apprentice harvesting the flowers in the field, but this day was not like the others.
“Ah, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, PLEASE STOP, PEASE STOP! No, no”, sobbing, then whispering, “Please don’t”
“It’s over now, Katie, it’s over now you will be ok”
“Mr. Soper?” Katie said holding her boss, “What happened?”
“That’s what I wanted to know, when you didn’t return at sunset, I set out to look for you, I found you and carried you home, I can see some of what happened… Do you, do you want to talk about it?” Katie turned away curling into herself. “I-I understand I can leave you a plate in her come out when you are ready.”
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That next morning, Scott Soper, went out to the field to salvage what he could, it was dark and the wind made lanterns and candles hard to hold so he new some damage had been done but not how much. Near where he had found Katie, was her basket broken, the flowers that were picked scattered trampled and the fields about had patches pulled out at random tuffs of dirt and tracks pulled out in large furrows looking like a horse or a group of horses had kicked out. There were also the remnants of a fire pit the burnt logs still smoking some of the flowers looked to have gone into the fire with stems half burnt being what remained. He stopped looking at all the destruction his life’s work, his families work for generations destroyed, he could not help Katie, while he did not know what happened, he thought he knew, the field, and her nightmares told him all that he needed to know. Taking his time to compose himself, he started to repair what he could sectioning off flowers to let to go to seed so they could be planted again and have hopes of the field coming back in the future, it would not take a season to two more then 10 years before what they once were. He just walked around the field salvaging what he could, pushing the dirt back in where he could, this process went for the next few weeks.