Bluebells

Today Coppelia was in a wood of bluebells. A close friend, with whom she also works, visited her for the afternoon. A good friend, quietly concerned for her, always there for her. So patient, her friends! They lunched together at the pub where Coppelia works, then drove to the wood and wandered around the many paths and glades while they talked. The bluebells were almost fluorescent where the sunlit played over them. She remembered how, two years ago, she and the man she loved had walked in a bluebell wood. He had pressed her against the trunk of an oak tree and fervently kissed her, saying that he would never, ever leave her...bluebells. Each year they come again.