s.cotton - lor’s third person

Loretta was clad in a green cotton dress. It brushed her shin to reveal the red, dulled cut she had received on her left leg from climbing the jagged rock she had perched herself on. Her shoes were a dirty white, specks of mud painting their surface, and her loose socks had wrinkled their way down to her ankles.

Her long sleeves, having been rolled up, were pulled down to cover her wrists in an act of defense against the gentle chill that permeated her bare forearms. The boulder Loretta sat on was craggy, but sported an unusually smooth surface, and it settled to overlook a vast flower field. It was tall enough for her legs to dangle carelessly. Some uprooted lilies sat next to her, inclined to fly softly off the marbled rock but held together in a small bunch with a thin white ribbon. A ribbon of the same satin spool kept Loretta’s black hair tied into a ponytail that had lost its tightness to the wind. Strands of dark hair spilled about her face and danced contentedly with the breeze.

Loretta had been in the field for a few hours. Now, as she sat and watched the sky, dusk slowly made its approach. It was spring, and the sun’s setting arrived rather late compared to that of winter’s days of gloom. The days lengthened with surety. In celebration of spring’s coming, the field she watched had dressed itself in a gallant rainbow of lilies. Red, pink, yellow, white, and the green of grass speckled the scenery. Their lack of unity in color did not stop them from combining their aroma into a gentle force that wafted happily throughout the air, scenting the humble sky and perhaps reaching far enough to penetrate the clouds that floated far-off from Loretta’s humble rock.