Jacklyn and the Twisted Beanstalk

by Callie Thomas

I didn’t want Gillian to leave me.

I could smell it on the wind. The bonfires of crushed leaves, the richness of the soil, and the sweetness of apples. The cooler workdays after summer’s boiling heat were a thankful relief, and often, the breeze carried unexpected autumn rains. So soothing and tranquil, the pattering of raindrops made me want to nap in the hay.

But just as Gill passed, he reached out, letting the back of his hand graze mine, sending delightful goosebumps down my arm. My heart stopped and restarted in triple speed. I pressed my palm to it, making sure it didn’t leap from my chest.

“There’s your smile. I’ve missed it,” he said softly.

“Right. If only I believed you, Firefly.”

“I’ve caused enough trouble in my own family. You don’t need to tangle yourself up with me.” “We’re ten years too late for that. And I don’t think I’d want to untangle myself, even if I could.”

“What will make you happy, Gill?” I asked. My heart thudded as if it knew the answer would tear us in two. He lifted our entwined fingers to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “You.”

“After nearly losing you, I might be sticking by your side until you grow weary of me.” “Impossible.” He grabbed my hand, threading our fingers together as we walked to the barn. Even though he had already kissed me and told me he loved me, the sweetness of the gesture still had my cheeks flushing.

“I love you, Gill,” I mumbled before dozing off. “I will never grow tired of hearing you say that.”