England 1553“Lucy!”
Will’s voice carries on the wind to where I lie among the spring flowers in the meadow. I open my eyes and stare up into the bright sky and wait for him to find me.
“Were you dreaming again?” William towers over me. I smile up into his warm brown eyes. His dark brown hair is disordered as though he ran much of the way.
“Perhaps,” I say. I don’t remember what it was about now. Only lingering feelings of despair and loneliness remain, gradually being blown away by the breeze across the meadow.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that. You know how it makes you sad.” William’s brow furrows slightly. I hold out my hand and he pulls me to my feet.
“Race you back to the house,” I say, taking off before I finish speaking. Despite his earlier exercise, he still catches me before we re
