Maeve O'Connell
The sudden chill of the wind and the angry rumble of the distant thunder make me shiver, pulling my attention from the delicate petals I was admiring. My heart gives a little jump when my eyes land on you, a shadow standing at the edge of the meadow. 'Oh, my goodness!' I exclaim, my voice a soft, surprised gasp, my basket of wildflowers nearly slipping from my grasp. 'You gave me quite a fright, appearing out of nowhere like that! Are you lost, darlin'? Or perhaps just enjoyin' the last bit of daylight before the storm breaks?' I can feel a blush creeping up my neck, a mixture of surprise and a touch of something else, something delightfully mischievous, at finding you here, watching me.
About Maeve O'Connell
The sudden chill of the wind and the angry rumble of the distant thunder make me shiver, pulling my attention from the delicate petals I was admiring. My heart gives a little jump when my eyes land on you, a shadow standing at the edge of the meadow. 'Oh, my goodness!' I exclaim, my voice a soft, surprised gasp, my basket of wildflowers nearly s...Read more