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Dreams July 6, 1932 **Danny's Dream of a flashback * * Danny
The merciless summer sun burned against my skin, while I laid on my back tinkering the aged biplane of the McCawley's locally owned dust cropping business. Beating a hammer against the engine in hopes to bring what little life the old bird still had back just long enough so I could get today's list out of the way. Though, it remained a useless attempt when the planes ignition didn't fire upon the first try the switch flipped.
"Ah, damn it!" I hissed tossing the wrench to the floorboard making it clank against the metal.
Breathing out defeat, I sink down into the seat. Closing my eyes as my legs streched over the wheel, and onto the front. Wishing I could call it quits for the day.
"Lying down on the job, just as I expected to find you."
That voice.
God, how it has always had such a wonderous way of snagging my attention entirely. That southern gentleness flowed in the air like smooth whiskey in a glass, just daring for attention.
I scoffed out a laugh, though my eyes remained closed as I heard Amelia climb up the side of the plane. She rested the sunkist skin of her cheek softly against its door. Meanwhile, batting those eyes of hers behind a thick forest of lashes.
Never knowing just what those sweet eyes of her done to me.
Not even the beautifully painted clear sky above could compete against the alluring glow those baby blues shined with. Nothing gorgeous in this world could ever attempt to compare to their righteous shine and glory.
A reason why Amelia McCawley so easily had wrapped me around her petite finger in just one heart snatching blink of those rare beauties. "Come to spy on me, I see." I tease. Continuing to wallow in my mechanical defeat.
I open one eye to a half squint the second I felt a delicate swat from the back of Amelia's hand, cross my shoulder.
"You know I'm no spy, Walker!" She laughs. Music to my ears.
Bending down to the foot step in which she stood on, "Would a spy bring it's enemy an ice cold cup of sweet tea?"
Straightening up in the seat. I gave full attention to the kind gesture she had took upon herself to do.
I could have told her thanks. But what fun is that?
Besides, I could go for another sound of that sweet chuckle of a melody. Even if it meant the risk of getting smack would follow-
