The barley rolls this way and that in front of the wind. It becomes mesmerizing watching the field swirl and sway.
As she sticks pins in me I divert my attention by being nosy. Her father is a sculptor specializing in marble. He has done work on gargoyles for the Oxford colleges. Then she adds a snip it. Apparently the heads are modeled on the masters. Well I never knew that. So interested am I before I know it she has finished.
Normally whippets eyes are brown. Occasionally they take on a demonic greenish black look. Today the light catches them as he fixes them on me in a bullying manner demanding a share of the fruit and nut.
Bit of that
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