There's sunshine in his tangled hair and ash in his breath.
Wren doesn't love him, yet still he is a subject of fascination.
She runs her hands through her reddish hair and smiles. It isn't fair that a being so striking could be found in a place like Dalington.
As they share a third cigarette, she wonders if he's a fairy. Maybe an alien, an angel, a vampire?
After two bottles of stolen wine, she finds herself asking him.
He looks to the ground and chuckles.
"I'm an idea, Wren." He says, "I'm whatever the hell you want me to be."
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He is stunning. Poor Wren. I can so totally relate. The last line of dialogue was so bloody inspired that I want to hug you for it. I want you to develop this idea further.
ReplyDeleteQuestion: Is "breathe" supposed to be "breath," or was that your deliberate artistic flair that I'm too dull to pick up on?
you and your imagery. i think you can slap a brand name on it and get famous. the sort of etherealness here is striking and your choice of words...aahh!
ReplyDeletealso let me just say i am utterly guilty of not realizing until this moment that your posts are 101 words each.
COLOSSAL WIN.
you paint beautiful word pictures, you know.
Ideas are tricky things. They can be wonderful of awful. I think you captured well the essence of an idea being seductive and captivating. I was enthralled. Wonderful stuff.
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