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As I made my way across the field the wind blew cooling the heat from the sun against my skin. It was almost noon. I hadn’t felt my skirt touch my legs because the wind blew just so. I was floating. Like a ballerina in a jewelry box without all of the twirling. I have never been so certain of anything in my life. I was thankful for the first time since the accident. His smile was the only constant, seared into my mind like some branded grade A beef. The image pleased me; it was my sunshine. His smile helped focus my formally restless mind and assure me that I was doing the right thing.


Normally, the hike home was dreary and seemed to drag on for eternity. I felt like I had gotten there too soon. I began to feel as if the ground would crumble underneath my bare feet. Where had the sun gone?


I saw a figure at the kitchen table with a mug, coffee I assumed, and I knew that it was him. Had he been waiting for me? Did he know where I was? He glanced over his shoulder and I rushed to hide beneath the window sill. Had he seen me? Had he heard me? What was I going to say? I looked down at the ring newly placed on my finger. I felt elated. I was sure that I could move on from my wretched past and the life I had lived with such a disagreeable man. I took a deep breath and smoothed my skirt it felt sticky against my thighs. I tucked the ring into my cleavage and strolled inside.