Let’s ride
The balloon was inflated and ready to go when they pulled up. After they were given some basic instructions, the sky was starting to change color on the horizon. They floated from town over Evie’s home place and hovered over Dillon’s. Teka was playing in her pen as if she knew they were watching.
Her dad sighed, “God does beautiful work.”
This year, the weather had been kinder than in years past. Leaves had color. God’s fall was breath taking. Red, orange, yellow, the colors glistened in the rising sun. A breeze made them appear to wave at the morning travelers.
Evie leaned into Dillon and he put his arm around her. In the moment, she was calm. This was peaceful.
“Dad?”
He turned to look at her. Tears streaming down his face. “Beautiful, hummin’ bird. Beautiful.”
Dillon held her a little closer. He was dying inside. This, this was perfect. There were so many questions he wanted to ask her. One question was paramount on his mind. When he looked down at her, she was looking up at him, smiling. She was so beautiful.
He put his hands over hers. ‘So warm,’ Evie moaned in her mind. Suddenly, he was playing with her fingers. When she looked down at her hand, there was a ring on her finger.
“Are you sure?” She whispered.
“I’ve been shore since I was 16.”
When they kissed, her dad shouted. He stretched out his arms, shouting.
i m sure of nada
more milk
wanna eat
now
but it will be better later
hey matt
here s where it s at
far drive
on wet concrete
and thank goodness
fr silva
is late
or perhaps
deacon sunday
deacon sunday
is a holy one too
the freedom to worship in peace jo
i forget
most of the world
is dying
at no fault of their own
tsk
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