She greeted me with a saucy smile. "Hey there, hiker. Where you headed?"
I told her, and she laughed. "You'll never make it there before dark."
Then she paused and looked away, apparently having an internal debate. She looked up, a glint in her eye, and said "You could spend the night on our farm. It's just over there."
She paused again, her eyes dancing. "Daddy wouldn't like it, but he and Mama went to see our cousins, and they won't be back until Tuesday."
There was a brief pause, and she knew by the look in my eye that my intentions were pure wickedness.
"So hiker...you're coming?" She turned with a wink and started walking toward the farm, silhouetted in a golden haze of late afternoon sun. Wild horses couldn't have stopped me from following my farmer's daughter.
My apologies for the early post (Flash Fiction...Tuesday?), but on Friday I hope to be off the map myself, hiking a forest trail, and fending off bears. If any farmer's daughters or wood nymphs actually materialize, I'll be sure to post all the details when I return.