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[thechromabooks]

I first saw her at sunset; her skin a thousand tiny mirrors reflecting sky and clouds, her hair y’all grass in the field. She stood arms behind her back, head raised in wistful contemplation toward the sky. 

I moved one foot forward.

The spectre flicked her head, saw me, and vanished.

Months later I met her again. This time, it was in the woods. Amongst tall trees she stood, posed just as before, her hair an 

autumn crown and her body bark and wood. I snuck toward her as one might when hunting a deer. Cataracts covered her doe eyes, dirt her nose and lips.

The spectre looked up, stepped back, and 

vanished.

Two weeks passed before she appeared. She was flame now, standing outside a burning village. I thought perhaps this time I would hear her voice, but she ran inside. 

She came back, two children in her arms, 

and laid them on the ground. 

Then, she saw me and vanished. 

The final time I saw her she had coral skin and seaweed hair. I lunged to grab her and never let go. 

She fought to pull me up. I begged to stay down. I'd spent far too long waiting for a perfect moment. Now I received my final reward on the sea floor: her kiss.

Then, it all vanished.

Comments

[sideways]

"I snuck toward her as one might when hunting a deer. Cataracts covered her doe eyes, dirt her nose and lips."

I really liked this image.

[thechromabooks]

Thank you!