excerpts from a book i'll never write - eight.

they stood there in the almost empty field, save them and the single oak tree whose branches hung just over their heads.

"what are you afraid of?" he asked her, feeling the electricity pulse in the empty space between them.

her eyes stayed turned up towards the night sky, taking in the beauty of all the stars she could see without the glow of lights from the city.

"nothing," she paused, feeling every inch of the half foot of midnight air between them.  "and everything."

but it was just a dream.