Christopher Seaman

Riches of the Past

I walked slowly through the field, the long grass brushing against my legs. I had a flashlight with me that I took everywhere but tonight was bright enough I didn’t have to turn it on. The nearly full moon was covered by clouds at the moment but enough light filtered through that I could see the surroundings and, in the distance, my destination. It was a cool night but not cold. My cutoff denim shorts and cute pink custom-cut tee were enough. The wind picked up and gave me goose pimples on my neck and arms. I loved that feeling.