creeping through the fields, the sun trickling like blood down her back, the shadow moved with precise speed, in time with the high wheat.
no one would see her except the sun; the sun continued to smile.
the shadow breathes with the wind, sways with the trees and grins as one of the wild killers of the nights.
the sun beats down on the fields wickedly; the shadow takes a swig from her water flask. the sun is demanding.