The Lilly Fields

We danced across the lilly fields, swaying atop the tall grass like butterflies.

I bent to pick one of the flowers for her, and it released a blood curdling scream, echoing through the forest and mountains. The girl ran away, her hands slapped on her ears like a crazy person.

Damn it. Of all the fields to take a lady through, I pick the screaming lillies. Damn it.