#field7

[sunnymeadowsweddings]

Now is the time of year when the flowers glow at sunset, just asking for you to appreciate them as the weather gets cooler. Our weeks with outdoor crops are numbered and I feel like that really snuck up on me this year. Trying to soak it all in before the frost comes and changes the daily routine of harvesting and processing. 🍂 #cosmos #field7 (formerly known as field 9, but we combined some beds) #flowersatsunset #farmsunset . . . #Farmerflorist #cbusfarmers #sustainablygrown #urbanfarming #flowerfarming #flowersofinstagram #614 #asseenincolumbus #livelocalcbus #blooms #flowerfarmer #locallygrown #growbabygrow #columbusflowers #ohioflowers #supportlocal #cbusflorist #columbusflorist #ohioflorist #smffblooms #thecolumbusflowercompany (at Sunny Meadows Flower Farm) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnvwgxLFQGb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1jkvf93nrgkgp

[leavingremia]

Chapter 6 Part 3 Field 7 Field 7 was a city. The premise? I Didn’t really care. What I did care about was escaping. Trinity led them towards a house. Inside was nothing except... a window. She explained everything. All of them jumped in. I realized something. They don’t know I exist. And Betty definitely knew now that I lied. “You thought you could escape me. Just like you did before. And when I got to you. But now I don’t need you.” Cuffs latched onto my body. A huge spike appeared in front of me in the red lighted room I was now in. “Now let me decide whether to kill you or torture you.” Now was the time. I knew what to do now. “Dottie.” “What did you just say.” “Dottie.” The spike started to turn. “Please.” It slowly moved forward. “Self.” Now it was charging at me. It made a wound in me the size of a golf ball before I finished the words. “Destruct.” And I found my way out.