Monday, February 16, 2009
Orange sun poured through the trees where the robins sang their evening songs.
"My dad's waiting for me," she said.
"Yeah," he said, spinning the bike pedals backwards and catching them again with his foot.
"You wanna meet here again?"
"Like tomorrow?" he said.
"Sure." The wind sprayed hair in her face. "If you want."
He nodded at the ground. His face turned, and he stopped twisting his toe in the dirt.
"Any time?" she said. "Or should I--"
"I'll watch for you."
She cocked her head. Shadows laid across his green eyes. "Well, alright then. I'll see you tomorrow then."
She turned to the long dirt road down to the farm. Young summer corn flapped by her ankles.
When she reached her room, rose light glowed across the entire sweep of horizon. His silhouette perched dark up along the road. She sat, invisible behind the glass, and saw him lean over his bike and surge away.
Under the stars, she checked for his black shape where all of the distance lines joined. In her dreams, a boy with grass-stained jeans watched over her.