Mandy McGuire

The Old Barn and A Small Town Love

We went to that barn together, everyday, as kids. "Merrilyn Jane!" I yelled out at her. She finally turned swiftly to meet my eyes with hers. Gah she's beautiful, I thought to myself. Her brown hair so light in the wind, it almost made me feel even lighter just looking at it fall into her face as she sat in the summer grass of a meadow. Shes gripping a book and leaned against the wood of that old barn. Our usual meeting spot after school. The wildflowers surrounding her.