7 Apr 2014
“Looks like the big boys need a hand.” Tarver looked up at the sound of his mother’s voice. She was carrying a huge pot of flowers and had a merry twinkle in her eye. Lilac stood next to her carrying a little shovel in one hand and balancing another pot of flowers on her hip. Her bright hair was loose and messy, she had dirt smudged on her face, her clothes were large and baggy and she was smirking down at him lying on his back. She had never looked more beautiful than she did now at his home, Tarver decided.