An excerpt from Tears of a Cowgirl

She watched Michael's figure walk across the patio and peer over the field, he was yet a dream in her eyes, something she could only imagine. She reached down and picked up the flowers, drawing them up to her nose. The smell of the roses was distinct and left a gorgeous aroma surrounding them, she almost forgot why they were in the trash to start with. Katie stopped and glared out the window. Oh my god, she thought, what am I doing. She flung the flowers back in the trash and pulled down her blinds.