Flash Friday: Dryad
9th October, 2009 - No Comments
The rough bark caught the light cotton of her dress. The sticky sap clung to her fingers and toes. Twigs snared her hair and scratcher her bare arms. Leaves brushed her face like butterflies. She climbed higher still, breathing in the deep earthy scent tinged with sweetness. The leaves rustled in the light wind, whispering secrets she longed to know. The bough creaking softly under her feet, warning her, but not threatening. She stayed close to the trunk, the thick and steady heart. Darkness enfolded her, but nothing could keep her from the trees.
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Rich Cates
October 10th, 2009 at 11:58 am
I quite liked this…
Hydy
October 12th, 2009 at 10:30 am
Thank you.
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