Angelic

They ran through the field, dodging trees and bushes, towards her farmstead. Carmen giggled and glanced at him every so often. He loved that. The only light they had came from her, as her white dress put the sun to shame. She lives at the cacao plantation, the elders said. Deep inside the forest, where no one ventured out. What did cacao taste like? He didn’t know. Perhaps it tasted like Carmen. He had to find out.