Edward watched her in the field. From the wooden rocking chair placed on the edge of the porch, he could easily watch Sarah as she grazed her hand over the top of the tall grass.
The golden grass blew lazily in the wind; it danced around her feet, her arms, her body.
She suddenly stopped. Sensing his eyes on her, she turned in a hurry, and simply stared into his green eyes. “Don’t stop on my account Miss Sarah,” Edward said coolly, standing from his seat and leaning casually on the railing that enclosed his porch. “I… well… I came by to profess-” “Your love for me?” He stood back up, and slowly stepped off of the porch. She was shocked at his bold character. “No… I mean…” Sarah was indecisive. Edward always made her thoughts flutter away.
“Well Miss Sarah, as much as I enjoy watching you dance along in my grass,” he grazed his hand over the weeds as well before continuing, “You and I both know that you don’t belong here…” His voice faded, and Sarah couldn’t take it any longer…