Natasha’s parents had shifted from this enchanting little village when she was only three. She was captivated by their magical tales of a place surrounded by warmth and tranquility. She managed to get as close as she could online, but promised herself that one day she’d save up to go experience it for herself.
Now here she was, walking in the footsteps of her ancestors. The green fields, the peaceful silence; home.
Natasha followed the directions given by her father and reached the spot where rugged rocks formed an enveloping landscape.
She reached the tallest block of rocks and peered carefully at the jutting out edges. She smiled and placed her fingers on the initials etched in stone. This was where her paternal grandfather had proposed to her grandmother and where her father had done the same with her mother.
Natasha turned the corner colliding with another figure and both ended up sprawled on the soft tuft of grass.
Woefully rubbing her head, she saw the man in front dash up and bend down beside her. Apologizing profusely he helped her up, and as his startlingly blue eyes met her gentle grey ones, both smiled shyly.
Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner