Collection of Stories

Grass

Lying on her back she could see the clouds.

Those wisps of white swirling and moving about the afternoon sky.

The long grass around her swayed, the gentle breeze keeping her pleasantly cool in the heat of the day.

She smiled faintly, turned onto her side and then grinned.

He turned his head to look at her, "Hello?" he asked, slightly confused but mostly glad.

"Hello." she replied, sitting up.

He leaned forward, propped up by his arms behind him, somewhere between lying down and sitting. "Oh?" he asked, watching her stretch in the sun. 

The flecks of dust floating aimlessly made everything shimmer vaguely.

She was standing up now, looking down at him still lounging in the dry grass.

"Up you get." she answered firmly.

He didn't move.

He grinned.

She frowned.

He tilted his head, as if asking silently what the problem was.

"Please?" 

He gave a vague nod and then stood up swiftly. He a bit taller than she was, enough so that she had to look up to maintain eye contact this close.

"If you insist, madam." he whispered, smirking playfully.

She looked unimpressed, "Don't call me madam."

"Miss, then."

"Mrah!" she gave an exasperated sigh, and then quite suddenly hugged him, to the point where they almost toppled into a flattened patch amongst the tall grass.