inhaled the warm air as he walked through the park. Though the calendar
said it was almost fall, it still felt like summer and most people were trying
to hold on to those lazy, hazy days. As a cloud passed overhead, blocking
out the sun, he looked up and silently hoped that there weren't storm clouds
moving in. While he was looking up into the sky, he suddenly felt his foot
catch on a rock in the grass which sent him tumbling to the ground.
was graceful," Janet
Stokes laughed as she looked down at Burt who lay at her feet. She'd
spent most of the afternoon sitting on a bench sketching the scenic landscape of
the park. "I never had anyone literally fall for me before."
"I, uh, tripped," Burt muttered as his face grew red
from embarrassment. He quickly rose to his feet and dusted off his pants.
"I guess I should really spend more time watching where I'm going and less
time looking up at the clouds."
"That's okay. I've been accused of spending too much
time daydreaming, myself." She smiled at him and took careful note of
his strong, broad shoulders and boyish grin.
"Um, oh!" Burt laughed as he extended his hand.
"My name's Burt, Burt Lamont. I, uh, just moved to Albanyville."
"That's funny, I'm not from here either," Janet smiled
as she shook his hand. "I'm, um, from Connecticut. I'm just in
town visiting my sister."
"Well, Miss Connecticut, so what's your name?"
He smiled at her as he watched the sun play off her golden hair. He
couldn't help but think about what a fresh innocence she had about her.
"Um...Janet," she smiled cautiously, "Janet...Scott."