Dark Rock
When I opened my eyes the woman in the floppy hat was standing over me looking down. The sun was behind her, creating a yellow glow all around her. She knelt down and her white sun dress billowed around as she fell.
She leaned in close, I could see dazzling amber eyes, fair caramel skin, and a petite pointy nose. I was in love with her. I did not even know her name, but I was head over heels in love with her. She spoke words I could not understand, but her voice was like that of an angel.
She sounded as if she was asking questions, though it was no language I had heard before. Sometimes she would even speak slowly as if it would help me understand her better.
Finally I spoke, “My name is Stark Boxer.”
The young woman look confused and began speaking very fast. The smile on her face had faded away and panic was over taking it.
“Do you understand me?” I asked her. “Do. You. Un-der-stand. Me?” as I spoke slowly as she had tried to earlier, the woman began to calm.
I think she’s beginning to understand, we don’t speak the same language. I wanted to say more, or even do more, but I was afraid like always I would mess it up and chase her off. So far the woman was content in sitting there.
The beauty looked off in the distance for a short while, as if thinking of what to do next. Her delicate face twisted in perplex thought then softened in disappointment. Quickly it brightened in revelation then sunk again into despair. She looked longingly into my eyes. I could tell she wanted to communicate with me as badly as I wanted it.
I smiled weakly at her in sympathy.
The woman smiled warmly back at me. She then stood up and offered her hand to me. She spoke again, though she knew I would not understand her. She coaxed and cooed in a soft voice.
I took her hand and got up off the ground.
We walked together back up the grassy field with the scattered wild flowers. We walked up a hill and back down the other side til we reached a small farm house.
Smoke rose from the chimney of the stone built house. The stones were all of different shapes and sizes held together with some sort of dark brown mortar. The windows were made of thick glass that was hard to see through.
Crops of various sorts grew in the fields behind the building. To the right stood a brown wood barn. Cows and horses walked freely together in their own pasture. I could hear a dog barking and a cat hissing in reply close by.
I looked at the woman, who was beaming proudly.
I could not help but smile at her, and wish I could tell her how beautiful I thought she was at that very moment.