He had a dream. Fields. Wide open fields. No corn in them. Or, soy beans. Just flat lands.
And, she was dancing barefoot in the plowed up dirt. She was spreading seeds with her bare hands. Hoping that soon they’d sprout.
He watched her in this dream. This strawberry blonde with fare skin in a paisley sun dress. She was smiling at him. Laughing as she danced, skipped to music in her head. She’d hum along to it.
She told him all was forgiven. His sins against her turned into dust. They were no longer alive. They’d gone to the other side where fields of gold rolled on forever and ever.
She reached out for him. But, he couldn’t move. His guilt weighed him down. Then she danced away. He just watched. Just watched. That’s all he could do.