I Don 't Know About A Lawn That Had Suffered The Worst Of Winter

The rugged sea of the lawn illuminated the brisk zephyrs dancing. I saw each individual blade of grass flickering in the summer breezes. It was simple to watch specific pieces of grass because each one boasted a unique tint of green, a quintillion shades of green. The sky was as marvelous as ever. Colors that I could never begin to imagine were spattered, splashed, and speckled on the sky as if God himself held the palate in front of the empyrean canvas. It appeared as if the luminous sunset was a minuscule example of what heaven looked like. A mellifluous range of sounds could be heard. Cicadas buzzed, birds sang, and dogs barked.

Moving to find a more comfortable position in the armchair, he cleared his throat before taking a long sip of the coffee. “She didn’t have the typical look of a junkie or a street person.”

"Okay. I trust you. I'll be right back," her mom stated, then left the house.

“Alright, well… I’d better be gettin’ back home now anyways. I’ll see you later, okay Savannah.”

The night before had brought a starless night with rain, but daybreak cracked through on a promising Saturday morning. The sky awoke with clouds dissipating. Hues of indigo beckoned the light between the black sky and the blue. Fog clung to the rolling hills while the varnished sun lit up the fields. In the distance, a faint sound rumbled over the quiet wisps still hanging in the air.

Strutting through the familiar, gate worn by time, I spread my arms, taking in the saccharine aroma of the fresh grass. The remaining glimmers of the sun glisten on every blade that peeks through the moist soil, composing a sea of sparkling beauty, only comparable to a poem. The meadow is breathtaking this evening, as the sun sets behind the trees in the distance, leaving a glow of pinks, peaches, ambers, and crimsons behind as if a bowl of fruit had exploded in the sky.

 “Once the maid brings your milk, go right back to sleep, okay Saphro?” mother spoke up. I just nodded and she left me alone.

“That-That is very kind of you! We really appreciate it, but I am afraid it is far too late. We must head home,” Eddie’s mother replied with a polite smile, forgetting about my previous slip up. Still, there was a frightened glint in her eye that refused to leave when she looked at me.

Mrs. Howell's eyes became misty. Clasping onto Dan's cheeks, her hands were still cold from the sudsy water that she hap wiped off. It looked as if she was going to weep. Instead, she responded with:

Annabelle and Ellen quietly walked to the door that was in front of them and opened it. They saw the women sitting on her chair and grinned at them, like she expected us that we were going to be here.

Hearing the gentle kicks from the wooden cot her sigh was interrupted with the faint sound “mm ma ma ma.” “Did she just say ma ma?”

“Let’s see, it’s late September, so I could go with an autumn outfit…” Her eyes slowly traveled from the sweater dresses to the sundresses. “…but the summer stuff hasn’t gone out of style yet.”

this forceful smile she tried so hard to keep on, I looked into her weary eyes, and fear, worry, and

“Ok, mother!” but right as he was about to run out the door he asked,

When he turned around, she sat at the table, her finger through the cup handle and her head laying on her folded arm.