It’s a love story just like R&J picture perfect OR she thought. Grandma was the single most beautiful gal in her town. She was tall and slim. Not that old broken lady slim but, a strong back like she could take on the world. She wore her naturally curly gold hair up on the sides. She had eyes that were as blue as the opened sky. Grandma’s lips long, full, silky, like velvet rose petals. Grandma would visit the mines on almost daily basic to bring her brothers and kinfolk their lunch.
It was a hot day in June the fields where full of dust. One of the caves caved in that day and grandma rushed down to see who was hurt or maybe even dead. Grandma Rosy pushed her way to the front of the crowed. Rosy charmed the cops as slipped through the cracks unnoticed. The smoke was dark and she lost her way in a cave when felt a hand grab a hold of her. The man placed a mask on her face and in reassuring voice asked her to come with him. He was a local bee framer who came to offer his masks used on the farm. He was a tall strong man with strait dark brown hair his eyes where hazel with gold sparkles. After making sure she was ok he disappeared back into the smoke. Rosy stumbling a bit after a few grasp of fresh air found her way to her brothers. Rosy was reassured everyone was ok just a few cuts and stitches and everyone was back to new.
But, Rosy couldn’t forget about the man who pulled her free. She must have been crazy he was nothing but, a stupid Indian. So why couldn’t she for get him?
Rosy made it a point to make sure she made it back everyday to bring lunch. She was hoping for just one glance at him. Finley the farmer had to find away to save the bee farm if that meant all day in the mines. The man of Rosy’s dreams all covered in sweet sweat running in every line through his cut body. Toby the oldest of the brothers saw that, look on Rosy’s face. Now look here he said, no women in this here family gonna look at no darn engine, ya here me? Rosy nodded and quickly left for home, with only one thought on her mind she was gonna merry that man. Rosy sprung up to her room rolling on her bed like a love sick child. She pulled out her diary and keep close a count of everyday of every thud of her heart.