The couple leaned against the farm
fence. Daniel was watching the sunset intently when he heard Briana’s audible
sigh.
“What?” He asked, afraid he’d done
something wrong in the last ten minutes they’d been together.
“Nothing… well, I was just thinking
about Kennedy” Briana said heavily and stuck the long stem of a convenient weed
into her mouth.
“She’ll be fine… we both know she’s
way to smart to do any good here anyway” he switched to leaning his elbows on
the fence with his back to the horizon.
“It’s getting dark… we should go
in.”
“Sure, are you gonna be staying?”
Briana asked as they slowly walked toward the lit house, and spitting out the
weed simultaneously.
“I dunno… Dad said he wanted some
help moving his rusty old tractor out of the barn tomorrow.”
Briana raised her eyebrows,
shocked.
“You mean your old man’s going back
to farming? Is it that tough?” She stopped Daniel with a hand on his arm. He
thrust his hands into his pockets to avoid her eyes. But when her grey gaze met
his hazel one, all she could see there were guards, guards that weren’t letting
her in to see how bad the Kirkley farm was.
“Nah… he just wants to sell the old
heap of junk… he says he’ll-”
“He’ll never, ever, go back to
farming?” Briana finished for him and looped her arm through his.
“Yeah…” Daniel replied dumbly. They
walked all the way to the porch in silence and then, under the dim light of the
bare light bulb that hung there, Briana said,
“Hope things get better. For both
of us” and with that she held his head in her hands and kissed his forehead.
“Good night” she said quietly and
left him standing in the night, the echo of the screen door slamming ringing in
his head.
Hope you liked!
DH