He promised to take her away.
With his face in her hair he breathed, restless as the ocean, while her heart pulsed, already gone with him.
Those were his words as they stood, dreaming
in her father’s orchard. Green shade couldn't cool the hot, sun-soaked afternoon air. She kissed the bead of sweat
shining by his eye, tasting the
salt of his vow, pretending it was the sharp flavor of his conviction.
But night came, and she sat, listening to the sea mimic his hypnotic whispers as she watched the place where he told her to find
him. And the stars held their breath with her when the dawn
arrived, until morning drowned every last spark under the sunlight.
No breeze to stir the ocean now. Day is what pulls the note holding all his promises from
her lap to the ground. As still as the salt-gray water, she looks into yesterday for
as long as she can.
Photo attribution: I'll update this when I can. My friend wanted me to write a Friday Figment about her favorite painting before I was allowed to know the real story behind it!
I keep coming back to read this. It's one of my favorites now, and I'm not sure if that's because I already love this painting and you gave it so much life, or if it's just because I would have liked this no matter what. Oh wait... It's both of those reasons. ;)
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