A Scene

Here's a scene that's been popping in and out of my head over the last two days at the most random times. I've decided to see where it takes me and will hopefully wind up with enough material for a short story. I swear! Just a short story! Not a short story that magically transforms into a novel. Discipline! Discipline is key!

Its feathers glittered for an instant before their brown softness was consumed, frozen in a prison of solid honey. As the grasping gold rippled over the wren's shuddering body, my heart released all its joy; all the joy that I had held back; had trained myself not to feel and not to notice. But the barriers I had long set in place crumbled against the force of the glowing happiness shooting through my limbs. I could no more hold back the tide of emotions that was now swelling in my chest and pouring out of my fingers in the form of liquid gold.

By the time I realized what I was doing, it was impossible to stop. The once-perfect, free creature in my hand was slowly dying. I was its murderer. Before one final, fatal, glistening wave plunged over its diminutive head, the wren unleashed a strangled cry; a cry which echoed the tortured sob that broke against my throat.

The sob became a scream as the enamority of what I had done hammered against my skull and thundered in my chest. I dropped the golden wren, now lifeless, and ugly, and imperfect with a sickening, garish glow. Fingers shaking, I looked up to find I couldn't see, blinded by tears, stunned by grief. A blurry view of the surrounding empty green hills only served to increase my despair. And as one by one my tears spilled to the ground, each blade of cool green grass became coated in pale gold, until a glittering upsurge drowned the entire countryside. Alone in a field of gold, newfound love dead at my feet, I raised my fists to the heavens and wailed.

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"Middy! Middy, love, wake up!" The urgent whisper was warm against my ear, coaxing me back to the present, but not back to the light. For when I opened my eyes, the darkness continued to swallow my vision. But I didn't need sight to tell me whose arms held me, or whose lips were pressed against my hair.

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I'll leave it at that for now. There is more to come for certain! Please tell me what you think. I would love to hear any and all feedback. Oh, and as I began this entry at 9:20 PM and have now finished it at 11:54 PM, please be aware that it is not up to my typical standards. I'm already hearing the echoes of editting. Begone evil voices!

I will also be revealing the main premise of the story in my next post, so stay tuned for updates and news!

Sláinte!

~ Líadan Katy Glas