That field in Flanders, where poppies still grow. Where our picnic blanket became something more. Lockdown was slowly lifting. Our minds drawn closer over the time we met online, and lush life was replaced with real life. We surrendered to our lust, making love there on the ground surrounded by crimson-colored poppies.
Cyber space knows no geographic boundary when souls unite, she came from Scotland, I, from Germany. We gathered there, determined to consummate our needs in each other, in the place our forefathers also battled this same field, for love of country, not love of life, and love won!
