Losing Time

Flowers

A small child poked at a a pink flower, its purple hue almost matched that of his sweatshirt. It wavered gently, and a small noise of delight escaped his lips. He looked up, and smiled brightly at his mother, his hollow black eyes wide with wonder. His father bent down and rubbed his back, his brown eyes soft like deep pools of melted chocolate
"Aren't they beautiful, Lorcan?" His mother whispered gently, her loving gaze traveling over the garden filled with rows of neatly placed together. Pinks, yellows. reds and oranges clustered amongst each other in beautiful groups, each complimenting each other with each hue and shade of their delicate petals. The tiny figure turned his head to refocus on the flowers, and nodded gently, a small smile lifting across his features. His fingers brushed over the small petals of a purple flower, he stared at it for several seconds, taking in the beauty of the fragile little plant. He clambered to his feet and stared at his mother. Her long brown hair swept over her small shoulders, and a yellow sundress hung loosely over her thin frame. Her ocean blue eyes sparkled as she met Lorcan's gaze. Her tan skin shone in the sunlight as she gathered her dress, and slowly rose to her feet. Lorcan's father smiled at her, rising to his feet beside her and taking her small hand in his, his brown gaze warming with affection and adoration, he gently placed a hand on her waist and guided her over the decorative log that separated the garden from the yard. Lorcan followed, a bright smile lighting up on his face as his mother used her free hand to grab his tiny, tanned fingers.
"What do you want for lunch?" She asked, carefully sweeping her hair over her other shoulder so she could look down at her son. He blinked up at her, shrugging gently
"I'll make some sandwiches" she murmured softly, a weak smile casting upon her kind face. Lorcan's soft face turned thoughtful, then he nodded with a small smile.