/lit/ - Literature

She watches him. Through the highgrass he wades, with the care of a hurrying blindman his straw hat sagging at the sides and his glasses glinting in the sunlight. She sets her hands on the tree branches that frame her observations, he pauses, dries himself with a red scarf and continues. Carefully, she moves along the woodline, as he moves on the open field, a thrush of wind moves among them.
A large tree has grown at the center of the field and she realizes that is where he is headed. He arrives and slides his bags down and stands in the shade looking up through the leaves, the light poking delicately. He unrolls a blanket and then replaces all his supplies there, removes his shirt and sits down against the tree. She can see his eyes are closed.
After moving further along the woodline she is now directly opposite from where he approached she leaves the shade and steps out on the uneven grass. Her vision bumps with the hard dirt, always keeping her steps light and arms out.


this started as a dialogue study but I decided to continue it, the dialogue is still shakey