The Cherry Garden by ELizaveta Groza

This place is just how
I have remembered it. My sweet home… Nothing has changed in here. These shiny landscapes, these green fields, my crystal river… I am home now, at last. Breathing deep and free. Cool water is flowing quiet and brassy. I want to jump in it with a running start, to make a giant splash, but suddenly my nose is catching the sugary wispy blossom smell; my eyes are seeing pink and white colors of the tiny flowers mixed up with the blue sky. The sun is flashing all around. My bare feet are standing on the warm wet grass. The cherry-trees are gorgeous. The branches are drowning in the sky.
“CLEAR!”
I am jumping under the trees trying to be higher and higher, but I can`t reach the branches. “Denis, come here!” I am hearing an echo of some mellifluous voice. The white and pink petals are falling all around, painting the land. My body is young and strong. My feet are light. The ground under them is sprung and white as if a giant marshmallow. “Denis, come here!” The wind is purifying my lungs and waving my hair. I landed and the next second the pink and white flowers are everywhere. The horizon is lost. “Denis, come here!” the voice is coming closer. Granny`s cherry garden is so huge and beautiful. I am coming through the high trees, running through the high trees, but there is no ending of this purity and perfection. I have been always getting lost among this blossom.
“CLEAR!”
Suddenly I`m near my house. The garden is gone and the sun is going down. The heady and familiar smell of mother`s cabbage pie filled the porch. “Denis, come here!” the voice is near. My mother is on the kitchen, she is calling me to have a supper. “I`m coming, mom!” said I, but no sound left my mouth. She is on the kitchen, welcoming me with a tender smile. I am taking my sit and she is putting a plate with a piece of a pie and a glass of orange juice in front of me. The delicious smell is almost killing me. “Tell me, what were you doing today?”
“CLEAR!”
Her smiling face is opposite to me, she is speaking to me, but her lips isn`t moving. I am looking at my pie and hesitating for a while. “Denis, sweetheart, why are you keeping silence?” she is saying without moving her lips “Do you have a fight with your sister again?” The clock behind her back is showing 5:48pm. I only had breakfast today and I am feeling really hungry now. I smiled and took the pie. I answered: “No, mother, we were playing together all day”
“Stop CPR!”
“Time of death is 5:48pm”