Sing to Me

Chapter One

He walked up on the barren gravel road. Lush green grass contrasted what crunches under his boots. Coming up to the white picket fence with four large orchard trees that shadowed the white shiplap home.

He watched as she stepped out onto the wrap around porch, her bare feet silent on the boards as she shaded her eyes with her hand. Looking in his direction she watched him strip his straw hat and he gripped his bag on his right shoulder tighter with each drawing step.

"You have got some big nerves walkin' up here, boy." She said to him and placed her hands on her hips, he couldn't help notice a ring sparkling in the sunlight.

"Ma'am," his head nodded softly as he looked at her with pleading eyes, "I know." As he got closer to her he could see tear stains on her cheeks and her chest was heaving. Similar white shirt hugging his arms, and she swears it was the same pair of jeans he left in, now they bore a couple holes in the thigh and the bottoms were frayed. "Come er'." He dropped his bag and surrounded her with his arms and just like that she melted against his chest. It was all familiar. His warmth, his smell the way his arms felt. It was like he just held her yesterday, though its been longer than she likes to admit. She pulled away, wiping under her eyes not looking up at him. For good reason, he thought, seeing the tears he makes her cry is his least favourite thing.

"Well, come in, keep those boots on the porch." She pushed into her home and the screen door slammed. "Can I get you a beer Flint?" She opened the baby blue Smeg and pulled two bottles out.

"Thanks Savannah" He watched as she cracked them open and sat herself down at the kitchen table.

"When did you get back?" Savannah asked as she avoided looking over at him. She thought if she looked him in the eyes she wouldn't have any defense against him.

"Just yesterday." Flint took his first sip and watched her fiddle with the sparkling ring on her left hand.

"You sticking around for long?" She jumped up and played with the last of the dishes in the sink, drying her hands on a yellow towel, draping it on her stove handle. "There's the spare bedroom, or the couch. Your guitar is also still in the back closet." She nodded towards the back door.

"I'll see. Don't want to intrude...." Flint nodded at her hand and she looked down at it. She was just thinking what he was, asking her the questions her was. 'Did she wait til I left? Did I make them get together? Would she be mine if I hadn't left?'

"Wasn't until after you left." She commented quickly, stuffing her hand by her side to hide the engagement ring in the ruffles of her sundress.

"I know, Savannah. I did leave."

"Yeah without even saying anything." She snapped looking at him. His green eyes still held the same power over her and she sighed. "Nothing at all. We were raised together I deserved better." She thought back to the same image she dreamt about, he was walking down that very path he came walking up today. The same hung head, bag and straw hat getting smaller as she stayed on the porch.

"Well I-"

"Hello!" Wilson's familiar voice broke the silence and she walked towards him at the back door.

"Look who's shown up." Savannah kissed him on the cheek and he hung his arm around her.

"Oh!" His face said it all, he didn't like that Flint was here but he was trying to be polite. "Wow Flint, buddy how are you." With a hug they took a moment to collect themselves before Wilson patted him on the back. "Good to see you."

"You too. You guys really cleaned up the place." Flint replied as he sat back down at the table. Savannah chased Wilson a beer out of the fridge and he sat next to her, putting a dominant hand on her leg. Flint hated to see it.