Betwixt the Bell Heather
a tragedy
Sian was a jewel whose violet eyes could sink through my soul like a depth charge. Wild as the sea and gentle as a doe, her luminescence shone underneath the greyest of Hebridean skies, emanating joy like a gravitational beacon. Infectious, moreish, the warmth of her aura radiated through the forlorn and brittle Craggs of our weathered isle; even her shadow nurtured life. I swear the bell heather leaned into her for inspiration as she travelled betwixt it.
She was but twenty-one when my addiction overwhelmed me.
About the Creator
Caroline Jane
CJ lost the plot a long time ago. Now, she writes to explore where all paths lead, collecting crumbs of perspective as her pen travels. One day, she may have enough for a cake, which will, no doubt, be fruity.
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Comments (8)
Well crafted and last line was gut punch! Well done! ❤️
This was so brilliant and loved the poetic touch it had!
Say what you will about microfiction, but it sure is easy to consume. I respect the choice to have that meaty opening paragraph. Adds to the contrast of the following single sentence and drop in the pit of your stomach when you realize the implication.
Brilliant!!!💖💖💕
I guess the consensus is correct...This was Beautiful, Caroline.
Beautifully done, as always.
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Such poetic descriptive nature prose with a sad ending. Beautifully written