It was a warm sunny day when Myop went out side of her families sharecropper cabin. She banged a stick to scare the chickens.
Myop walked along the fence till it ran into the stream where the family got drinking water. Myop watched the tiny white bubbles disrupt the thin black scale of soil and the water that silently rose and slid away down the stream.
She had explored the woods behind the house many times. Today she made her own path, bouncing this way and that way, vaguely keeping an eye out for snakes. She found blue flowers with velvety ridges and a sweet suds bush full of the brown, fragrant buds.
By twelve o'clock, her arms laden with sprigs of her findings. The strangeness of the land made it not as pleasant as her usual haunts. Myop began to circle back to the house, back to the peacefulness of the morning.
It was then she stepped smack into his eyes. It was only when she saw his naked grin that she gave a little yelp of surprise.
Myop gazed around the spot with interest. Very near where she'd stepped into the head was a wild pink rose.As she picked it to add to her bundle she noticed a raised mound, a ring, around the rose's root. It was the rotted remains of a noose. It was now the end of summer.