Wednesday, August 24, 2011
A Slice of the Country
A fellow blogger introduced me to a short story slam over at Bluebell Books. Here is my story based on the beautiful image above.
The wheat fields flirted with Sandra’s bare legs. They were tall and dressed in summer gold. The wind made her dress rise and salute. It was enough for Bobby to catch a glimpse of her britches.
“Nice legs,” he whistled. Sandra turned around red as a tomato.
“I knew you’d be spying on me,” she answered catching the hem of her skirt.
“Uh, don’t be mad at me,” he laughed. “The wind was playing tricks on you. Take your beef with him.”
“I swear you’re like my shadow,” Sandra answered slowly. “How’d you know I’d be out here?” Bobby reached out his arms from where he was standing. Sandra instinctively buried her head in his chest.
She had traded in the city life for a slice of the country, where the sky was rich and tasty as blueberry pie. Where the stars winked hello as she laid her back beneath the heavenly deep. Where the birds called to her from their nests. Where the cows mooed morning gossip. Where the rooster made the sunrise.
Sandra looked up into Bobby’s eyes. They were dark and full as storm clouds. She could sniff country rain on his skin.
“You were going to leave without saying goodbye. That ain’t fair,” he spoke sternly.
“I ain’t got no southern manners,” she laughed with a drawl.
“Yea, you’re still a city snob,” Bobby smiled. He leaned in close and gazed into her eyes.
Sandra felt her cheeks grow as red as apples. She threw Bobby back with one great shove.
“Look me up in the city,” Sandra shouted. She could no longer mask her tears and quickly turned to walk away. She felt the sunset against her back bathing her in a river of colors. She vowed to stop wearing overalls but couldn’t part with her suede cowboy boots.