Judge A Book

The field is usually empty, except for an occasional Mexican Cowboy riding his horse and living the dream. Which is partly why I stared when I noticed the heads of several very much horseless boys sitting somewhere in the grass.

I also stared because my glasses are scratched and therefore I cannot quite see properly, but my main reason for staring was because one of the boys was standing, watching me, and he looked like a sevie I used to know.

Then he started staring.
So I kept staring.
Then he started walking towards me.
So I kept walking.
Then he stopped.
So I stopped.

"You got a cigarette by any chance?"

His voice was much, much older than twelve. We stood a good fifty feet of wild grasses apart, kind of sideways, still staring.

I noticed the two cards in my hand. They were playing cards, and I had found them in the dirt on my way over. One carried three hearts. The other held a king.

"No, just a couple of cards."
"What?"
"Just a couple of cards." I gestured, regretting my attempt at a joke as soon as I said it loud enough.
"Oh. Well, just thought I'd ask."
"Okay."
"Don't have too much fun."
"I will."

And I did.