I didn't know that what she was about to say would change everything.
I had come here with a idyllic dream in my head and a foolhardy song on my lips.
The humid August air suffocated us both, wrapping us up in cottony silence.
The cicadas buzzed all around us and that night everything, including my demeanor, was damp.
Making my way up the porch I saw her for what she was--a young girl, attempting to wear the new aspects of her womanly shape with confidence. Her innocence always managed to shine through, and i could see underneath the ten year old girl that i used to chase through the meadows.
"I'm sorry," she warbled suddenly,"It's done."
The only noise was the wind blowing through the porch floorboards, and the toads chirping in condolence.
This was written for Magpie Tales. I wanted to express a feeling without giving the specifics of the situation, allowing the reader to speculate at the backstory behind the dialogue. What did you imagine?