At the end of the road, right past the house with the green awning, you’ll find an empty field. There are no flowers. It’s just green grass. Freshly cut. Like the fairway of a golf course.
This field, known as the Love Garden, holds the memories of many newfound loves. Lasting loves.
The right pairs come as pairs and leave as couples. This garden has no preservations. No prejudice. It’s mystical powers have no antidote.
If you come with the right one, the garden will do it’s work. But for some, it’s not their time.
Jackson learned the hard way.
TO BE CONTINUED…