Two tall crystal glasses caught the light from the chandelier overhead.

Richard walked in carrying a silver tray.

He set down the steaks along with a bowl of roasted potatoes.

He poured a dark red wine into both of our glasses, filling each exactly to the halfway mark.

I pulled out my chair and sat down, placing my cloth napkin in my lap.

My mind was still out in the tall grass in the neighboring town.

I kept seeing the abandoned toy sitting in that front yard.