Rolling Hillside Valley Days
Her silver hoop earring was caught in grass and as she rolled on her side it was pulled from her ear. Groaning with her eyes closed, she reached behind her and patted the ground in search of the earring. After about four or five pats she left her hand behind her and decided it wasn’t worth it. Slowly she opened her eyes and stared blankly at one blade of grass, watching it stand idly, waiting for it to be blown in the wind. “Hi,” she whispered to the green spear. The wind finally came by and made the grass dance, a little wave in response to her greeting. With this, she smiled. A dimple emerged only on her right cheek and quickly receded once her satin lips went back to their emotionless position. Groaning once more she moved her weight onto her hand and further until she was sitting upright, her back curved and chest deflated. The wind picked up again and she followed the tops of rolling hills with her eyes like a roller coaster, up and down and up again until they went off too far into the horizon for her to see. Her head made its way back to the center point of her view for a moment before looking down at the grass by her side. “I’ll see you later,” she said, petting one blade with her finger, not knowing whether or not it was the one she greeted in the first place.