She was just sitting across and smiling.
A somewhat unfamiliar smile, he thought.
“I wish I could go there.” she said joyfully,
“See? Spacious grass with flourish flowers,
this is exactly a place I dreamed for long.”
He said nothing but leaned forward to look on that picture.
Suddenly he felt something struck him.
Something buried deep in his memory, and, in his heart.
It was the secret garden.
Once, this was a beautiful piece of art healing his soul.
He never told anyone about here.
As time went by, however, it was left behind his life little by little.
For many years, it remained only a remembrance for him…
This was the picture.
His sight left on the picture and still, as she saying unceasingly.
“… I might go there within two weeks…maybe I should go by bus or…?”
“I can take you there.” He faced to her abruptly.
“What?”
“I know this place. Let me give you a ride tomorrow.”
She stopped saying anything and just watched his face, with a puzzled look.
But soon she was all smiles.
