Fiona was running, the earth was moving fast beneath her feet. She was laughing and playing. The sun was bright and florid. The air rich with the scent of poppies. She stopped running and started twirling in circles, just like she had when she was little. The man that stared down at her was her favorite man in the world. She stopped spinning and threw herself into his waiting arms.
“Fee-Fee.” He said like he always had softly, quickly and yet insistently giving it all the French inclinations it desired. “What are you doing here?” he asked in his odd Spanish, Texan, French accent.
“I wanted to see you.”
He gave her that chiding look that only an overindulging father gives his child. “Petite, you have other things to do besides obsess over me. How is your mother?”
“She misses you.”
He shielded his dark eyes. “And I her. We will meet again she and I.”
He gave her a firm look. “What have I told you about asking about the future?”
“Don’t do it.”
“You have something to do.” He stated as he gave her a final hug and then put her down. He looked into the horizon of the grassy area that they were on. It was like a still set almost. Wind blew and there was grass and the smell of poppies but it was static, none moving giving cry to the illusion of the place. With firm steps he walked to the edge of her vision and poked the sky. It rippled from the spot.
“He’s eavesdropping.” He stated.
Fiona felt shock and surprise. “No one comes here but me, not even Momma. How--”
“He’s searching for you cherie. And he has found you.”
He moved now to stand behind Fiona, slowly he took her hand and moved it across the sky. It felt like satin under her fingertips and like water the fabric of the sky parted and fell away to reveal her field and there was a tall blonde man standing in the middle of it. Fiona turned to go back but it was too late, she was now in her field.
Instantly Fiona was enraged with the man. “What are you doing here and who in the hell are you?”
He stood there staring at her. “You can see me.” He said softly.
“Of course I can see you.”
He shrugged. “You were running and twirling, it looked like you were talking to someone but I didn’t see anyone else.”
Fiona felt herself take a deep breath. “What are you doing here?”
“Hiding.” He smiled back at her.
“Should I bother asking who you are?”
“I’m nobody darling.”
Fiona felt herself start to move towards him, but she didn’t walk. It was almost as if he willed her to him and she merely floated over. She looked down and saw her field moving beneath her feet. She tried a few times to stop the motion and was unsuccessful.
“What are you?” she asked in a ragged fashion.
“Just a man.” He said evenly.
“No way, no one does –“
“I know, no one controls this but you.”
She was right in front of him now. She was elevated so that she could look him in the eye. His sea green eyes searched her face. “My those are amazing eyes you’re got. With the right light, they’d film like a dream. People would think they’re CGI’d.”
“I doubt I’m the filming type.”
“You’re right. You’re gorgeous but you’re built too much like a real woman for Hollywood. It’s all about the illusion you see, trick the world into believing only filmable things should exist. Very few men would even see your face with the rest of that displayed.”
Fiona felt herself blush.
“Beautiful lips.” And then he leaned into her.