A Walk through the Sunflower Field

It’s a dark fall night. The moon is full and shining brightly, it’s cool and windy. As the wind passes by, the sweet smell of the field’s sunflowers through the blood stained field. The ground is cold, everything is cold. The life and death intertwine as the sweet aroma hides the foul stench in the night air. As the sun comes up in the distance; I hear the grass crunches and I could hear the footsteps of someone moving closer and closer until I hear a bloodcurdling scream from a little girl. She runs away frightened. 

The police came to get me, picking up my lifeless body, I watch as the little girl talks to the cops about what happened. Oh how frightened she must have felt. Suddenly my eyes were covered in black.

The end