Romance 2 Fail

As the moon hangs like a beacon overhead, they sit on a fence overlooking a field of sheep grazing in a forest clearing. The meadow is covered in white little short flowers which seem to photosynthesize at night by their open sunflower like devotion to the moon.

The sheep warbled on incessantly drowning out any semblance of wit and rapport from the two. Their defecations waft along surrounding them in a warm miasma.

The young Lord Von Yams stepped off the fence impatiently and held out his hand to her, Havilah happily took it, stepping down with his momentum into a gangrenous semi-solid lukewarm sheep scat. She became mortified as she looked down at her foot covered in the mire. As she washed off her foot in the cool water, scrubbing her wrinkled soles, Lord Von Yams had sat beside her laughing.

“Is this what the country life is? The pastoral shit to step in?” He scoffed and took another swig from his unfinished mead bottle.

“It is dreadfully late, fair lay-dee, I have waited on thee!” his voice shook and wavered followed by hiccups. “Too much mead tonight, maybe we can meet again when the sheep aren’t such vicious pricks.”

He stumbled off drunkenly, and Havilah sat alone on the river shore beside the willow. Unsatisfied, she blankly stared into the river as it washed the sandbank her toes had ensconced themselves in.