The Dark Side

Jeff sat in an endless field of orchids in his wife’s favorite wooden rocking chair.  He was wearing the blue button up shirt she bought him on their first anniversary, along with the pants she gave him at Christmas, the shoes for his birthday, and the watch she got him for the hell of it.  A cold breeze blew the field of orchids in unison like that of a synchronized water dance.  They brushed against the back of his hands, and a sensation of serenity fell upon him.  He closed his eyes and surrendered himself to it.   Read more at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/623771