Flora

‘Now now, Flora’
The eight year old laughed in delight as she slipped through her mother’s arms. The maids tried to get a hold on the scurrying Flora.
‘Run Flora, before they catch you’, Peter spoke from the corner, chuckling along with the others. He watched in glee as the little girl tried to dodge the maid’s hands.
Flora turned towards her brother with sparkling eyes. Her rose pink lips pulled into a dazzling smile.
‘Flora!’, her mother tried to reprimand but she couldn’t keep the delight out of her voice as she watched her daughter.
With another glance at her brother she skipped out of the room. She ran out of the house, out into the garden. She let the moist grass wet her bare feet. She jumped over puddles, stepped over stones, her short curls dancing on her shoulders.
She stopped under a short apple tree and turned to look around. She grinned in triumph as she saw that none of the maids had followed her.
The evening birds chirped around her as she made her way towards her beloved wheat field.
There always seemed to be an aura of happiness around Flora. None could resist giving her soft cheeks a light pull. Her angel like face was always lit by a smile. She was everyone’s sweet pudding. Peter loved her the most dearly and Flora loved her big brother.
Having reached the field Flora stood among the familiar wheat grass. The stalks waved softly against her in the soft breeze.
She raised her hand to wave at the red sphere hovering in the sky. Flora had been always mesmerised by the red, yellow, purple streaks that adorned the sky.
It was one of Flora’s innocent habits to wave goodbye at the setting sun. The sun was like a dear friend on whom she could always rely. Flora stood in the field watching until the last speck of the globe disappeared. With slow small steps she returned home.

That night after dinner Flora was perched on her father’s lap watching the fire crackle before her. Peter sat cross-legged on the rugged floor occasionally moving to prod the logs making the fire sputter more.
‘Flora honey, tomorrow mama and I will be gone for a day. Nanna Coul will be there for you. Promise not to trouble nanna and be a good girl.” Flora nodded her head.
‘Don’t worry Flora, you will have me. I’ll take care’, Peter told her lovingly.
‘I know you will Pete’, Flora said.

The next day Flora woke up early hoping to see her parents before they left.
‘Love you sweetheart, take care’, her mother kissed her on the cheeks.
‘Love you too, mama’
Flora waved at her parents until they were out of sight.
‘Come on now darling, we will get you ready for school’, nanna Coul called out to her.

That evening when she returned home she sprinted happily into the house, anticipating the steamed corn the cook at promised her. As she entered the living room she stopped on her heals. A stranger was seated on the couch. Opposite to him nanna and Peter were seated, all three looking down. Peter looked up as Flora entered. His face was tear stained.
‘Pete’ she said softly. She walked softly to him and hid behind him from the stranger.
Peter took her hand and said ‘we lost everything Flora’.
‘You haven’t lost everything son,’ the stranger spoke, ’your father was an intelligent man. He had planned everything beforehand if something like this should ever happen. It is arranged for you to stay with your aunt for the time being and when you are eighteen you will be getting a part your fathers money for your free use’.
‘What is it Peter?’ Flora asked, not understanding what the man was speaking.
‘Mama and papa aren’t coming back’
‘Why?’ the little girl wanted to know.
‘They died...Flora… in an accident’.
‘You are lying’ was Flora’s first reaction.
Her nanna tried to reach for Flora but she didn’t move from Peter’s side.
‘I am sorry’ he whispered. She let go of his hand and ran away from the room. She kept running until she reached the wheat field. The truth was finally sinking. Her father and mother were gone forever. With tears she watched the sun set. Today her eyes had a different sparkle. As she watched it felt like the sun would never come back again. She could hear someone behind her. She didn’t look back to see who it was.
It was Peter.
‘Don’t worry Flora, you will have me. I’ll take care’, he said.
‘I know you will Pete’, she looked at her brother, smiling at the thought of Peter taking care of her.

Aw, it's cute and sad.
The character description for Flora is wonderful, it made me smile. The detail is excellent, perhaps a smidgen overwhelming at times, but regardless, it brings life to the story. The end is sad, but at the same time, you make it stay cheerful.
I admire the emotion in the story.
Good work.

Dialogue punctuation.
Proper punctuation for dialogues goes like this (and using your single quotation mark, instead of my usual double):
'This is dialogue,' he said.
'And this is dialogue!' she added.
'That's correct.'
Notice the placement of the commas inside of the quotation mark. And ending with an exclamation point doesn't require a comma. And if all you have is the dialogue, end with a period inside the quotation mark. Now go through your piece and fix all of these.

So overall. You have a nice little story. No glaring mistakes as far as construction and flow. However, this piece is supposed to be sad, right? We're supposed to feel for the characters? Unfortunately, we have no way of doing that because we know nothing about the characters. We know nothing about the parents. About Peter. And the only thing we know about Flora is she's a cute little carefree girl.

And then we have this passage:

There always seemed to be an aura of happiness around Flora. None could resist giving her soft cheeks a light pull. Her angel like face was always lit by a smile. She was everyone’s sweet pudding. Peter loved her the most dearly and Flora loved her big brother.

Where you're doing a whole lot of telling, but no showing. For example, which sentence is more compelling?
---My sister is crazy.
---My sister hugs her knees and rocks in the corner, muttering all day, interrupted only by bouts of screaming until we sedate her.
Obviously, the second sentence shows us a lot more about the character. Instead of being told she's crazy, we are shown just how crazy she is. Likewise, the only thing we know about your characters is "There is an aura of happiness around Flora" (granted, you showed us how she runs and laughs and plays, so that was good) and "Peter loved her" and "[she] loved [him]."
Our only interaction with the parents is them briefly laughing about Flora, and then they say "We're going away" and then they die. How can we care about fictional characters we never got to know?

Also, it should be capitalized as "Nanna Coul" since you are using it as her name. Like "Grandpa Joe" or "Headmaster Jeff." Whereas "the headmaster" isn't capitalized. Or "my grandpa, Joe."

She kept running until she reached the wheat field. The truth was finally sinking. Her father and mother were gone forever. With tears she watched the sun set. Today her eyes had a different sparkle. As she watched it felt like the sun would never come back again.

Is this the extent of the anguish she goes through? It seems like she got off easy, really. I mean, I don't want you to write a ballad on the many ways her soul was torn asunder, but sometimes a few choice words can speak volumes.

So all in all...let us know your characters better and take a moment to let the weight of the situation sink in.