Arthur closed his eyes and listened. It was exactly the sound Clara had described. He took another step, and then another, walking the length of the path. The sound filled the quiet garden, a gentle, rhythmic crunching that felt like a conversation with the past. He smiled, feeling a sense of peace he hadn't known in a long time. AI responses may include mistakes. Learn more
The heap of pea gravel sat in the center of the driveway, a mound of gray and tan stones that caught the morning light. Arthur stood on his porch, a mug of coffee warming his hands, and looked at it. It was the first step in a project he had been putting off for months.
As he reached the end of the path, near the old oak tree where Clara used to sit, he stopped. He looked back at what he had accomplished. The path was beautiful. The light gray stones stood out against the dark earth and the green of the garden. He took a step onto the path. Crunch.