Greenfield

Greenfield

He was flying a kite, the wind rippling through the green grass in soft waves.

Their child ran around nearby as she watched, mesmerized, storing the moment away as a memory.

She smiled, remembering how he had wanted to buy the kite for their son—though it had really been for himself.

The kite drifted so high it was nearly a dot in the sky, and he was so focused on it that he completely forgot about their child running around below.