Would you DIE for him?{Watty Awards 2012}

In the Bar

The last thing I remember was seeing the girls ghostly hand come to touch mine, then, I felt like I was just floating. I could see only blackness even though my eyes were open. It was the oddest sensation. I woke up in a field. A warm field. I could stay here all day. Laying in the soft golden grass, basking in the sinking sun, a light breeze flowing over my face. I closed my eyes. It was so peaceful here. But wait. Where was here? I sat up in confusion, and opened my eyes. My eyes scanned over a large stretching field. It was wheat, blowing softly in the breeze. The golden wisps were so delicate and light. Although the field stretched for quite a ways, I could still make out some huts and a bit of smoke rising into the calm, cloudless sky. I stood up, and surveyed what I was wearing, which was nothing special. Basically a brown robe, with a rough material, a worn rope tied around the waist. My arms and legs were spotted with dirt, and my hair was a tangled mess. I began to walk towards the town, hoping I might find a hint of Sam somewhere.

After walking through the extensive field, I finally reached the village. It wasn’t too small afterwords. The streets were cobbled, and there was definitely a main street, which was worn down more than the streets surrounding the outskirts of the city. There were women outside washing clothes similar to mine in a big buckets full of soapy, grimy water. Others were draping up clothes on clotheslines to dry, while even more churned butter. But I didn’t spot one man, except for the occasional toddler. Some smiled at me, showing their stubby, brown teeth, but most stared. I finally spotted a woman who didn’t stare, but instead gave me a big, warm smile, filled with friendliness. “Excuse me ms?”, I asked, hesitantly, hoping she spoke English. “Yes dearie?”, she said, turning away from her bucket of water, to face me, her face still upturned in a small smile, a sparkle in her eyes. “I…I was wondering where all the boys..and men are?”, I said, feeling awkward and glancing at my feet. "Oh dearie. Don’t you know that today all the boys are at the bar celebrating? Heaven knows what they do in there. ", she asked, in a friendly tone, chuckling softly. “Why?”,she asked, wiping her hands on her apron. “Oh, well, you see I was looking for one of them.”, I said, attempting to smile happily. “Well, you’ll find them in the Ole Tavern.”, she said, pointing down the road. “Oh. Thank you!”, I said, heading towards the direction she pointed to. “One more thing dearie! What’s your name?”, she asked, picking up a washboard. “Leslie.”, I answered, glad I knew something. “What a nice unique name!”, she smiled, her eyes sparkled, as she continued, “Mines Samantha.”