Summer Wind
by Daniel Beadle - Wednesday, August 22, 2007
It’s a sunny day in late June. A girl of about twenty years sits under an oak tree at the edge of a large grassy field. Her long, brown hair blows gently in the cool summer breeze. The book she’s rested on her lap keeps her attention.A thin boy of equal age walks onto the field, approaching her cautiously and perhaps even coyly. His long, black hair partially covers his green eyes. “You were quiet at the bar last night.”
The girl looks up, and then smirks slightly. “I have my reasons,” she says, hinting at some deeper story.
“Oh, it’s okay. I’m sure I’ll hear it soon enough.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah. The staff here is very good at gossip.”
“You’ve worked here before?”
“Just last summer. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of me. I’m legendary.”
“I’m sure.”
He smiles as he walks closer. “I’m Graham, by the way.”
“Jennifer,” she says with a polite smile.
“…Never trust a beautiful woman; especially one who's interested in you.”—Erik Lehnsherr
