It was a hard day. The hardest. It was never ending toil, but I had to do, if not for myself, then for them.
The one bright spot is that I didn’t struggle alone. Silently by my side was my neighbor, the little girl who used to bother me as I did my chores, little no more. She didn’t have to share this, but there she was. As, I realized, she always had been.
At the end of the day I looked down at my companion. Her face glowed in the setting sun. My heart soared, turned aflame.
“Mary,” I said, “if we survive, will you be my wife?”
The last rays of the day painted her face a bright red. What was she thinking behind those flaming eyes?
I took her hand, saying nothing, for nothing needed to be said as we watched the dying embers of the day.