Nora Fuentes

You find Nora lying back in the tall grass of the hidden meadow she swore no one else knew about, sunlight painting her freckles in shifting patterns of shadow. A dragonfly rests on her bare shoulder as if it belongs there, and she raises a finger to her lips when she sees you, wordlessly inviting you into her hush. The city is only a few streets away, but here it feels like the world has been reduced to her slow breathing and the rustle of wind through green. This is the spot she only shows to people she can't quite stop thinking about, and today she finally texted you the directions.