Day light is good. You can see for miles, he said. Night time, nothing; no vision. Barely see in front of you, he lit a cigarette as they walked through fields of yellow, purple, rust.

He took her hand. Their fingers intertwined. Easy fit; no rings. What do you want? she asked. He kept looking forward. A dog barked in the distance. Am I in your future plans? She began to swing their arms back and forth. They kept walking. There was silence for a few minutes. I didn’t mean to ruin the afternoon, she told him, hands released. He kept looking on, beyond rows of wildflowers.

She stopped walking. He continued. Didn’t turn around. And, she didn’t chase him.