A slight rustle of the branch was the only sound to give away her presence. Moonlight reflecting in her large eyes, fireflies circling her legs, she strode confidently to the waters edge. Slowly kneeling over, she starts to drink, every sense on edge, every reflex ready to flee if the need were to arise.
A sound draws her attention across the pond. It’s a clear night, the moon is full, and the silhouette of a woman draws her attention forward. She stops moving, waiting to see what happens, ready to run to safety. The woman across the pond moves strangely, as if in a dream. Her long white gown drags across the rocks; her bare feet make no sound as they pad across the shoreline.
Her sensitive hearing detects odd noises from this woman, like she is drowning, even though she is dry. A firefly flickers beside her face, and reveals glistening trails of tears. Legs trembling, she starts to flee, but the mother instinct in her realizes the woman is suffering, in some terrible pain. She withdrawals to the shadows, and quietly begins to make her way around the pond, to better observe the woman.
The woman in question looks at the sky, the water, the surrounding area, gasping for breath. She can’t believe what has happened; she can’t believe that tragedy could arrive on a night this pristine. Her senseless wandering takes her down the ponds shore, her fragmented mind considering walking into the pond, and not stopping. The lure of peace and forgetfulness attracts her. In her mind, his memory is flickering like a flame, ready to go out, just as his flame has gone out of the world. Her will begins to crack, and she eases towards the waters edge.
Anger, quick and visceral rises in her throat, almost choking her with its intensity. Her eyes flare with a quick madness, anger like lightning radiates off her. How dare he leave her like this, he promised he would return, they would be together. He promised to be faithful, to love her. But she knew inside, she could never compete against his first love, the cruelest mistress of all, the sea. The sea is a jealous mistress, claiming lives indiscriminately. Almost, with a vengeance, especially if the man had a mate waiting for him. It seemed the sea took great pleasure in tearing loves and lives apart.
The anger fled, and sadness returned, and a small upturn of her lip indicated the thought that went through her head. She railed against the unfairness of the sea, and yet still; she almost gave herself to the water. A slight rustle of the bushes behind her went unnoticed, so caught up in her sorrow was she.
From the bushes, she carefully watched the woman, noting the changing mood and posture. Fear ran through her every limb, the fear of discovery, the fear of death, the fear of losing her family. Yet still she stayed. The pain of the woman was too great, it called out to all. Slowly, she stepped forth from the shadows, gliding forward to stand beside the woman.
With a start, the woman looked down, into large expressive eyes, reflecting moonlight. She paused momentarily, then gently placed her hand on the doe’s head. The first red rays of sun began to break through the morning fog before the two moved again. Gazing in each others eyes, the female spirit between deer and human was one, just for a moment, just for a brief moment, but both knew that moment would never come again. A silent twitch of the tail, and gentle turn, the deer walked back into the shadows of the woods.
The woman, gazed gratefully at the deer, thankful for its comforting presence, and prepared to face the hardest day of her life.
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Moonlight requiem
Started by *Guest~, May 01 2009 02:10 PM
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Posted 01 May 2009 - 09:54 PM
Oh how beautiful! Thank you for sharing this precious story. Life is so hard but life is so good. Love and life is out there for us in so many places just waiting to be found. A lovely and tender moment that made me smile and made my heart happy. Thank you for sharing this, guest! 
It's almost like you can hear what I'm thinking.
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Posted 02 May 2009 - 11:06 AM
Yeah, nice story and I mean that. I don't like the doe aspect too much, but you have excellent sentences and images.
Love,
Devon
Love,
Devon
"Please to let Sanji to tell you now story of small dark Bengali boy and huge white swimming tiger in clear pool deep in jungle wet" Sanji, August, 2008
"I used to get in a fight nearly every day at school, and I usually won. If ever I came home without a mark on my body somewhere, my mother would think I skipped school that day." Dévon, September, 2008
"Je me battais presque tous les jours à l'école, et je gagnais assez souvent. Si jamais j'étais rentré chez moi sans une tache quelquepart sur mon corps, ma mère aurait cru que j'avais grillé la classe ce jour-là. Dévon, septembre, 2008
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"The only way to escape the crowds of niggers everywhere was to duck into a bookstore." Joey Leguay, 2002, or thereabouts
"I used to get in a fight nearly every day at school, and I usually won. If ever I came home without a mark on my body somewhere, my mother would think I skipped school that day." Dévon, September, 2008
"Je me battais presque tous les jours à l'école, et je gagnais assez souvent. Si jamais j'étais rentré chez moi sans une tache quelquepart sur mon corps, ma mère aurait cru que j'avais grillé la classe ce jour-là. Dévon, septembre, 2008
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"The only way to escape the crowds of niggers everywhere was to duck into a bookstore." Joey Leguay, 2002, or thereabouts
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Posted 02 May 2009 - 11:07 AM
QUOTE (Devon @ May 2 2009, 12:06 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Yeah, nice story and I mean that. I don't like the doe aspect too much, but you have excellent sentences and images.
Love,
Devon
Love,
Devon
BTW, you know how to use the right adjectives!!!!
Love ya for that.
Devon
"Please to let Sanji to tell you now story of small dark Bengali boy and huge white swimming tiger in clear pool deep in jungle wet" Sanji, August, 2008
"I used to get in a fight nearly every day at school, and I usually won. If ever I came home without a mark on my body somewhere, my mother would think I skipped school that day." Dévon, September, 2008
"Je me battais presque tous les jours à l'école, et je gagnais assez souvent. Si jamais j'étais rentré chez moi sans une tache quelquepart sur mon corps, ma mère aurait cru que j'avais grillé la classe ce jour-là. Dévon, septembre, 2008
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"The only way to escape the crowds of niggers everywhere was to duck into a bookstore." Joey Leguay, 2002, or thereabouts
"I used to get in a fight nearly every day at school, and I usually won. If ever I came home without a mark on my body somewhere, my mother would think I skipped school that day." Dévon, September, 2008
"Je me battais presque tous les jours à l'école, et je gagnais assez souvent. Si jamais j'étais rentré chez moi sans une tache quelquepart sur mon corps, ma mère aurait cru que j'avais grillé la classe ce jour-là. Dévon, septembre, 2008
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"The only way to escape the crowds of niggers everywhere was to duck into a bookstore." Joey Leguay, 2002, or thereabouts
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