they were in the orchard eating sun-warmed apples and he was asking her to marry him.

there were thin sheets of golden sun shifting through the leaves and a few crickets were singing somewhere in the tall yellow grass. shadows were murmering in the hollows and a bird was singing over the little creek. leaves shivered through the air and came to rest with a whisper. it was that soft breezy time of day just before twilight.

she chewed the last bite of fruit, tossed the core away, and took his hand.

“ok,” she said, and they kept walking.


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