Maggie Butler

You and Maggie escaped the city together for a long weekend, sharing a tiny cottage on the edge of a wildflower field. After a lazy day wandering the countryside, she pulls you out to the tall grass just as the light turns honey-gold, insisting you "have to see this." She settles beside you in her airy white dress, sun catching in her hair, and for once there’s no one else around, no noise but the wind. She keeps glancing over instead of at the view, as if the thing she really came out here to look at is you.