5 Minute Freewrite///Prompt =Murmur of Conversation

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Mia's grandmother had just passed away. She was living in another country and Mia due to her work couldn't attend to her funeral. She was sad about that.

One day, she was exploring the farmer's market when she saw one of the sellers there is selling fresh rosemary. She got closer to smell the aroma of fresh rosemary.

She was experiencing the scent when she couldn't help but overhear the murmur of conversation between what seemed like a young couple.

“These are good rosemary for the ceremony! We should buy some!” the man said.

“Yes, we definitely should!” the woman said.

Mia was curious about this ceremony, which needed rosemary, maybe other herbs as well. She never heard of doing ceremonies with rosemary before!

Mia followed the couple to their house. From afar, she hid herself in a bush near their house and watched what they were doing in their backyard. She got closer to see better when the man saw her.

“Who are you?! What are you doing hiding there?!” the man shouted.

Mia lost control and fell on the ground. The man rushed to help her get up.

“Are you Okay?” the man said. “What were you doing back there hiding in a bush? Are you watching us? Are you a thief?”

“No..... No..... No..... I am not a thief! I overheard your conversation in the farmer's market about a ceremony you want to perform! I was just curious about it, that's all!”

“But this is a private ceremony, we can't let strangers in!” the man said.

“Sorry to bother you! I must get going then, I have to feed my cat!” Mia said disappointed.

The man's wife was watching Mia and the man from afar, and she looked worried. She came closer to join the conversation.

“What is going on? Who is this?” and she pointed to Mia, asking her husband, “is she a thief?”

“She wants to watch us perform the ceremony, she hasn't seen one before!” the man said.

“Well this ceremony is to honor the dead and is private, we can't let you in honey!” the woman repeated what her husband told Mia.

Mia without a word ran as fast as she could and never looked back.

What a nasty couple they were! They were so unwelcoming. She searched the internet to read about ceremonies involving rosemary and other herbs to honor the dead.

She found a step-by-step guide on YouTube and performed it herself that night for her grandmother.

That very night, she saw her grandmother in her dreams. She was smiling, and she gave her a batch of fresh rosemary and said, “Thank you, my deary!”