Fences.

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