This is my entry for Sue Vincent of Daily Echo ‘s #writephoto. We have to Use the image below to create a post on our own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) Wednesday 15th March and link back to Sue’s post with a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of Sue’s post here
As Lisa settled Rachel onto a warm blanket and set about lighting the fire and preparing some food. Mathew stood on a beach watching the sun set. He was alone not just physically but mentally too. He wanted Rachel in his arms more than ever.
He thought back to when he saw her last, she had smelt different her scent, though always seductive was even more so! Looking out to the horizon , the setting sun, the colours in the sky,the glimmer on the sea, and he wept.
He was stunned by the feel of hot tears on his face. Wiping them away he was stunned,he had not cried in eons not since he had been turned infact.Nor had he felt mental pain or emotions, nothing until he had met Rachel. She had changed his existence.
It hurt, suddenly he could see this view as it really was he was feeling emotions, he was seeing colours. He opened his mouth and screamed. Nothing changed the pain was still there the longing for Rachel and the beauty of moment it was all too much.
Mathew fell to his knees and wept, then he saw the horizon and felt hope, something he had forgotten.
Meanwhile, Lisa had help Rachel tend her wounds, they had eaten and we’re sleeping. Rachel dreampt she was standing on a beach watching the sunset looking out to the horizon in Mathew’s arms. Lisa slept the sleep of the good and the innocent. What would the horizon hold.
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