He was dying when she’d found him. Bleeding and barely able to breathe.
He knew he didn’t belong and couldn’t stay forever but the garden was like Eden. Her soft touch was almost like a mother’s love.
“You’ll stay here until it’s time to go. I’ll take you to the transport and then you’re on your own” She’d said.
When he’d made a full recovery, the door to the outside swung open.
She grabbed him and with earnest eyes said “You must forgive them. They didn’t know any better.”
He was full of gratitude for her hospitality but couldn’t forgive.
This story was written in response to the 50 word Thursday challenge.