Whispering about dreams, under a cherry tree, lays sweet little Raylee. She speaks to her invisible friend about the world she wishes to see. He watches quietly wondering when he will get to touch this precious flower. She touches the blossoms as a rain drop splashes against her face. She blinks, and looks to the sky, as the clouds let go. He wonders if this is the chance he has been hoping for, he rushes from where he stood, glances around quickly and approaches her. She smiles when his face appears in her vision, she vividly remembers him from the week before when he gave her a bag of candy. He smiles sweetly at her, and thinks of how he is lucking out.

"Would you like a ride home?" he asks her in a thick voice, as he pulls out an umbrella and opens it above their heads.

"Mommy tells me not to go home with strangers," she says in her high pitch voice. She glances down at her dress and rubs her muddy hands down them.

"But, Raylee, it is raining, and you don't want to walk home by yourself do you? I am sure it is a long way from here," he says as he wipes the rain drops that were dripping off the cherry blossoms onto her beautiful flawless face.

"I don't think Mommy would like that," Raylee swipes at his hand, then apologizes for doing that. "I guess, you can take me home." He places his hand on her lower back, and guilds her to his car. She slides into the passage seat and he shuts the door tightly behind her. He walks around the back of the car and watches her closely, making sure she doesn't escape.

Author Note -

I apologize now for the lack of updating that will come, and the shortness of chapters. Most updates will be around this size. Sorry to say, but I am a Freshman in college, and have almost no time.

This story has much more meaning to me then it will hold to most of you, and this is my first time writing anything in years. So hold with me. Throw Ideas at me, help me out with making sure it flows, let me know if you like it or not. Okay? I am not much for grammar or anything like that. I apologize.