(Okay so this is my first attempt at flash fiction--which is really short shorts--and it is all description which I suck at so I hope it's okay. Oh and sorry if there are a few misspellings)
The Hill
There I was, atop the heist hill in the hole village. I lay there on my back, just looking up at the clouds.
I normally came here to be alone but today, I came to be with him.
I see him coming up from the other side of the hills. His hair is the color of the bark on the trees, his skin that of a deers antlers, his eyes as bright and blue as the sky, and his smile that of a angel's.
He walks so slowly and gracefully up the hill his movement seems like a gentle breeze.
He silently waves at me and I return the motion.
Then from behind him comes his wife. I watch them in a small embrace.
I know I may never know such love. But just watching them--knowing that it exists--always gives me a flicker of hope.
Good swich on us. That surprised me.
ReplyDeleteFun to know you have that kind of power.
Thank you :)
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