3VisD #1 (NaNo ’14) #WritersWednesday

The Shining
She had much talent, at imitating people, acting the impossible, in turn the clown and the seductress, her smile an inescapable charm.

How well I remember her, and the hours, the long walks, the mist of the days, the early morning smell of coffee, the magic of love…

The witchMorning mistHow I wish to live those happy years again, the laughter, the games, her steps in the sand, her shadow in the woods…

And now she’s gone, far, so far even I can no longer reach her: so I will ask the witch to make the offer, taking those dreams back to where they belong, the deep and dark forest of the dead, where I shall seek her soul, for eternity.