Another installment of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. 100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the link (after this piece) and come join us!
Beyond the garden maze, Sonya could see the gazebo; beyond the gazebo, Weeping Willow Swamp. It was spring. The scent of wild magnolia and wisteria wafted in the air. Spanish Moss swayed gently in the breeze.
Sonya joined the other women for a quiet meditation. They walked within the maze. Later, they made their way, single file, to the gazebo. There were seven of them. Inside the gazebo, the women formed a circle and held hands.
One of them sneezed. Sonya giggled. The spell had been broken. In the end, they decided just to drink some wine and trance dance.
photo prompt © Melanie Greenwood