It all started with the groans of a old window pushed open and a cool gust of Summer night air burst against a fair, tear stained face. Blonde curls leaked over folded arms and out the window. Above, the moon listened quietly to the sounds of her creatures and lit a large open yard with carefully placed rocks, rose bushes, trees and off in a grown up & forbidden part of the yard, a thorn patch. The girls grey blue eyes, clouded by lack of sleep, emotion, and youthful fantasies, wondered over the landscape. At night her dreams came alive, she thought with a dazed smile and a sinking heart of longing.
Somewhere, among the thorns the eyes of a predator watched her. The girls falling curls, the compelled look in her eyes, the lustful thoughts cut into his gums. Folding his arms and leaning back on a old broken down chevy truck he smiled. She had no idea how alive her dreams really was.
His fist clenched the old chevy hood and her eyes turned and meet his. He froze. She bit her lip imagining what the noise could be. Two souls, briefly paused, unknowingly connected.
He saw her heart give way and shatter; she saw nothing but thorns and a old chevy.
Signed,NSE
