Just Flowers Chapter 12

It was as good a time as any to go for a walk. The sun was still out and the air was clear. Bryn grabbed a jacket just in case and headed south down the block towards the edge of town.
"I know I should've waited. That's a given. Maybe not for marriage... definitely not, but for someone else," Bryn said to herself. "I don't even know what made me want to in the first place. He's mean, he's selfish and he obviously has an anger problem. I should've known."
She made a left at a stop sign and continued.
"Okay. If I go there and Connor's there, then I know I definitely made a mistake with Will. But if he's not... well I don't know. Maybe I'll give Will another shot. No. Maybe. No, definitely not. He yelled at me and almost hit me. And it's not like we'd be together forever or anything. Not now at least. But something that strong doesn't just happen over night, or does it? Did it?"
After walking until the sun had just begun to claim the horizon, Bryn came to a set of tire tracks embedded in the grass of a field. She didn't know if they were Connor's car's tracks or not (she really didn't pay that much attention) but thought they must be.
Who else knows about this place?
Bryn hiked up the small slope and pushed trees out of the way of her face as she came upon the clearing.
"Wow."
She had forgot how beautiful it was. Or maybe now it was more beautiful, for the trees had bloomed with all shades of purple lilacs and the grass had grown tall. The daisies seemed to have doubled in count, and as the wind blew, petals from the blossoms of the trees danced in the air and showered the sky with a scene more beautiful than anything she had seen.
Bryn took herself from the marvelous beauty of nature to see if Connor had driven up there. And sure as the sky is blue, he had.
The car was parked just under a tree and she could see Connor in the driver's seat. What she found strange was that he was talking. She moved in close so she could hear.
"I don't know what it is, but when I'm here, it feels like there's only this. Only this moment. No matter what, I'm content here. I'm just glad I could share this with you."
"That's so sweet," a little floozy cooed.
"That prick! He's using the line he fed me!" Bryn hissed to herself, outraged. She had half a mind to rip open the door and smack him.
"I'd really like to show you something," Connor said.
"What is it?" the girl asked, biting her nail. The door opened and Bryn jumped behind a tree.
"Come with me," he said, and as if he knew someone was there, Connor gave an all knowing glance in Bryn's direction. He then took the girl by the hand and led her down into the flowers.
Bryn, after checking very casually if they had gone, went up to and leaned against the car. An alarm started off and Bryn's ears were bombarded with a high pitched sound. She clapped her hands over them and ran back into the woods. When she got to the road she was sure someone called her name, but she ignored it.
"I don't believe it," she said, wrapping her arms around herself. "He brought another girl to our place? What the hell! How does that make any sense?"
She walked downtown then through the residential area for a while. The sun was down and the orange glow of the streetlights had taken over the road. She decided to get rid of the thing that no longer meant anything to her.
Bryn stopped by her house for a moment to pick up the pot of daisies she'd bought, then made her way to the memorial park. She looked at the cenotaph, reading the names of all the poor young men who died for their wives and mothers and children. She ran her fingers over the engraved letters and put the pot down in front of it all.
"I hope you were happier with him than I was," Bryn said to the stone. "I don't know if he was like this when you were dating, but I hope for your sake he wasn't. Oh, and Will. God, I don't know how you put up with him your whole life. I could barely stand him a month."
Bryn sighed and started home. Turning around once, she stared at the park. She wished she could remember where the sand box used to be, but that was so long ago.
"Maybe everything does have a purpose."