Literature
Night's promises
The moon was cast high above all of us, shedding her silver glow.The waist-high wild wheat grass hid my girl and I as we lay there to avoid anybody else.Her head rested against my bare chest and her coarse brown hair pooled out, her finger making small strokes on my earlobe.It was cold and it was quiet, and there was a cricket far away, which was our only company.She looked up at me, her green eyes gazing longingly.She didn't utter a word, but I knew she wanted out of here.But out of here wasn't safe.We were both warranted, and the best thing to do was be as silent and as unapparent as possible.This was honestly the most serene moment I wa...