by Zachariah Langley

Created on: June 26, 2010

He hadn't figured on the heat being this unbearable, or the thought of a picnic with his new lady friend would have been kicked out of his head with the strength of an elephant.. but the hopeless romantic in him pushed on with the basket in one hand and hers in the other.

"The clearing's right up here," he says to her as sweat makes its way yet again into his eye. She half forces a smile and he mentally kicks himself. They make it to the clearing and were it not for the heat, it would be beautiful scene.. tall and awesome pine trees overlook a semi large stream. Well, large enough to move over the rocks, but not deep enough really to get up to the ankle, but there's no wind of any kind, and with the sky being almost clear of any type of cloud the Sun was making its presence known to all it shown down on.

"This is gorgeous," she says wiping sweat from her head. He watches her go to the small stream and he feels the heat leave him for a moment as he looks her over. She had been smart or knew the heat was going to be high by wearing short shorts and a white shirt. He, on the other hand, wore what he usually wore.. black, and he was suffering for it.  

"Yeah," he says using one of the paper towels to wipe his face off, "should have brought you here in the Spring," he says looking down into the basket at some of the food and the bottle of wine he'd brought. "Fall is beautiful too. The colors are changing, and everything is getting ready for the cold winter."

"That's when you do most of your writing, right," she asks turning around and helping him lay out the navy blue blanket. Bringing it down, they both feel the slight wind they've created. The two exchange a mutual look and begin quickly lifting it and bringing it back down creating a nice breeze and both laugh.

"That or when it's like it is now," he says chuckling as they finally lay it out. Reaching in the basket he pulls out a small container of macaroni salad and a slightly larger one with chicken in it. "Let's check this out," he says pulling out the bottle of red wine, and realizes he has nothing to put it in. He also realizes that he didn't bring any plates or forks for the macaroni or chicken. "Damn."

"That's one word for it," he hears her say as he's looking up. She's quickly puts the lid back on the macaroni and tosses it back in the basket. "The heat made it go bad," she says with a sour look on her face.

"Probably a good thing," he says opening the wine, "cause I don't have

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