Flash Fiction: "Depth of Field"
Mar. 17th, 2011 12:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7He had seen her in the bookstore window, staring at him with her hair blowing in a breeze that he couldn't feel. Her reflection seemed to glow with an inner light, and there was something hazy about her side of the street, something half-seen and oddly-lit, and he tried to do what he could to resolve what he was seeing with what he was feeling and... Smelling? What was that smell? Something like flowers and a smell of earth so rich it made his heart ache. He remembered he'd wanted to sit down on the sidewalk, remembered needing something to hold onto, a rope or a rail. And then he'd leaned forward into the window and...
He opened his eyes on the meadow before him, and he saw her standing there, the breeze blowing her skirt away from her kiddish legs. He heard the pipes, looked down, and understood. He was her Satyr, and she was his Maenad, at last.
©Damien Williams. All Rights.
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This one was made for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spiritualmonkey, based on his prompts (here: http://wolven.livejournal.com/1848067.html). For the flash fiction, I'm going to try not to exceed 200 words.
May do one more, tonight, may not. We'll see.
He opened his eyes on the meadow before him, and he saw her standing there, the breeze blowing her skirt away from her kiddish legs. He heard the pipes, looked down, and understood. He was her Satyr, and she was his Maenad, at last.
©Damien Williams. All Rights.
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This one was made for
spiritualmonkey, based on his prompts (here: http://wolven.livejournal.com/1848067.html). For the flash fiction, I'm going to try not to exceed 200 words.May do one more, tonight, may not. We'll see.
