His golden eyes flash
and he grasps my hand
the warmth cradles
my pale hand in an instant
The shoji doors fall away
his white robes flutter
in the air that we create
as we run
My lacquered sandals thunk
against the wooden halls
The Attendants seem to freeze
without movement
as if their time had stopped
I catch a glimpse of the momiji tree
but we race by
like wind
But the tall iron gate
stands before us
my enemy
my jailer
The boy with the golden eyes
raises a hand
and the locks fall away
like worn string cut
with a sharp knife
And the heavy doors open
YOU ARE READING
Ambiance (Cellphone Novel)
FantasyA girl is enclosed in a temple where she is a prophetess. She only wakes to see the late afternoon sun. When she begins to dream of a second heart within, which beats to the rhythm of someone near her. My entry as part of the Team Dreams in @rskov...
