VINCENT
Coming into the field he runs with the exuberance of youth. Fearless
amongst grass as tall as himself - pollen rising, drifting, falling on him.
At the edge of the field, he sees a pathway leading into woods. He stands
for a moment before crossing over the path’s edge to explore further.
A bird flies out of the darkness startling him, his young limbs tremble. He stops,
feeling uncertain and unsure, but then faintly, he hears a sound, a voice.
He turns, the fear receding now and pushes through the grass, looking for her.
And there she is. His heart explodes with love. She stoops to pat his head. “Good boy.”
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