The declining sunlight casts long shadows on the meadows, trees and rocks magically elongated over the sensual curves of the valley.
The little cross is hidden from view, not far from our path, but few walkers know it is there.
It’s almost our secret, a tiny haven nestled at the foot of the magic mountain, a special place: we belong there.
We can hear the small stream, running through the pine trees, as you turn your beloved face towards me, the green eyes I worship, deep into my lost soul, as images of our fall flash through my mind, and yours.
There, high above the valley, is the vertical cliff where you last kissed me, before our death: we haunt this place, and only the spirits will ever know.
Mystic, ethereal, tragic.
Good job.
JzB
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Great piece!
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Fabulous! I totally enjoyed this piece! I’m so glad that they are together.
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Very nice. Poignant and uplifting, for a death-related piece.
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Wow…that ending just hit me hard!..sad…but still beautiful. Loved it.
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That was really strong, Honore. Quite eerily disturbing too, especially with the photograph.
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The beautiful way in which this is written highlights that you have been upon many mountains yourself. Another one of your evocative 5sf. Nicely realized, Honoré :)))
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Beautifully written and somehow peaceful and not sad at all.
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So lovely to know that even death cannot separate us from those we love. Beautiful expression and imagery. I enjoyed this very much.
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Lovely visuals…and written in your beautiful inimitable style. Again a detour that took me to a new place, and a surprisingly peaceful one…
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Lovely imagery. Well done.
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Thanks for the “like”. This is such an “otherwordly” story. Really liked it. I, too, didn’t find it sad.
Rebecca
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