Special thanks to: Suzie, you background information whore, for completely ruining my courage for this story. I love you, girl. So, as a gift to thank you I'll write you a fic full of delicious background information. :)
It was July now, hot and unforgiving July, and the crickets were chirping.
Dawn lay in the grass, not far away from the house, in the shadow of a large oak tree. Her mother Johanna sat in a white rocker on the veranda and stroked her glameow lovingly.
And Dawn wondered just what the heck she was doing here.
"Mom," she said in the evening, while her mother cooked dinner. "Mom."
"Yes, dear," Johanna answered and turned a croquette accomplishedly. "What is it?"
"Mom, I'm leaving," Dawn said, and waited. Silence. "I don't know if I'll come back."
Johanna flipped the croquettes. "I see," she said and really sounded like she did. "Just don't make me worry."
And the crickets kept on chirping.