This was done for @hayesjumper's Flash Fiction Friday prompt: "a lone person in a vast field of lavender".
I wasn't chosen, but I thought I'd share the story anyways.
Congrats to the winners!
A Single Rose in a Field of Lavender
I walked through your beautiful field of lavender - as I had done, so many times before.
As I walked, my hand reached out, lightly touching the tops of the lavender flowers.
Finally, I reached it - your grave, your memorial.
Admist the lavender, the glass case displaying your armour and your sword stood.
Beneath that, lying on the ground, was a beautifully cut slab of stone memorializing you.
And on that stone slab, was the epitaph that I had written for you, so long ago: 'Here rests the Knight of Lavender, for your love and devotion to the kingdom, may you find peace in this field of your flowers'.
"Hey," I said to you, even though I was never sure if you could hear me or not, "here I am again."
I knelt down, and placed my hand on the stone.
As the winds swept through the field, and carried the scent of lavender into me, I remembered... us.
I remembered the adventures that we've had together, and the battles that we've fought together.
And, above all else, I remembered how you would protect the people of the land.
How radiant you were!
The winds subsided, and I took in a deep breath.
Then, as I've always done when I visited you, I renewed my vow - my vow to follow your example, to protect the people of the land, and to be the best knight that I could be.
The winds picked up again, and, for a moment, I let the world wash over me.
The lingering moment passed.
I took out the flower that I had with me, and placed it on your grave.
I stood up, and placed my hand on the glass case.
I gave your grave one last look.
And then I left, leaving the flower behind - and the flower would be like how I felt when I was with you...
Like a single rose in a field of lavender.