Behind the eyelids of the sleeping woman her life flashed. Every moment, every pain, every whisper of love and every hard earned truth....finally at peace, her dreams served as narrators, calmly telling the story of her life.
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It was late. Much too late for young girl to be dancing under the stars. A million warm yellow lights swam in the dark sky like flaming gold fish. She spun slowly in her favorite red dress weaving her hands in the green grass. Despite the darkness of night, the tall grass sparkled by the light of the heavens. Her bare feet absorbed the cool dirt and her eyes were closed. She breathed in the promise of rain while a light breeze combed through her cinnamon colored hair.
"Then there was a star danced, and under that was I born" she quoted while gently colliding with the ground in a satisfied slump.
She was watching the stars move when suddenly a pair of brilliant green eyes and the soft face of a boy claimed her view. His wild black hair surrounded his face and had blades of grass weaved indiscriminately through it.
"Have you seen my star?" he asked.
"YOUR star?"
"Of course. Don't you have a star?"
"No."
He paused to give her an odd look.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Twelve."
"Oh. You haven't been hosted yet" said the boy slightly swaggering.
"What's 'hosted' mean?"
"When's your birthday?"
"In five days."
Smirking with superior knowledge the boy replied, "Then you'll find out in five days."
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It was late. Much too late for young girl to be dancing under the stars. A million warm yellow lights swam in the dark sky like flaming gold fish. She spun slowly in her favorite red dress weaving her hands in the green grass. Despite the darkness of night, the tall grass sparkled by the light of the heavens. Her bare feet absorbed the cool dirt and her eyes were closed. She breathed in the promise of rain while a light breeze combed through her cinnamon colored hair.
"Then there was a star danced, and under that was I born" she quoted while gently colliding with the ground in a satisfied slump.
She was watching the stars move when suddenly a pair of brilliant green eyes and the soft face of a boy claimed her view. His wild black hair surrounded his face and had blades of grass weaved indiscriminately through it.
"Have you seen my star?" he asked.
"YOUR star?"
"Of course. Don't you have a star?"
"No."
He paused to give her an odd look.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Twelve."
"Oh. You haven't been hosted yet" said the boy slightly swaggering.
"What's 'hosted' mean?"
"When's your birthday?"
"In five days."
Smirking with superior knowledge the boy replied, "Then you'll find out in five days."
1 comment:
It's so beautiful I can't take it! It's like knowing George Mac Donald while he was writing one of his masterpieces: torcher and the anticipation of beauty.
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