Something different…

 

 

She traded it all for a silver kiss…

She had to didn’t she? It had to have been the right choice. Looking back on it, it really was the only choice.

The day started off as so many others already have. In a mad rush not to be late for the mind-numbing job she had. Not to be late for the absolute latest bus. Not to be too late to stop and get a coffee on the run. Always, ever, a rush.

On this day though, a change. Standing in line at the coffee shop, inhaling the smell of java, letting it soothe her frazzled nerves, suddenly, a different smell wafted through her olfactories. A strange smell, though not unpleasant. Kind of astringent. Almost like lemon drops. Actually, exactly like lemon drops. She looks around, sniffing the air like a pig on the trail of a truffle, trying to find the origin of this alien smell in her personal coffee time. Nobody else seems to notice the smell, only her. And then she spots it. Him. The bright boy.

A shaft of sunlight shines through the window, a spotlight for his brightness, or maybe the reason for it, she does not know, nor does she care. Bright yellow hair. Shiny brown eyes, glinting, hinting at the stars, the moon, magic. The softly shimmering boy, looking at her. Only her. And she forgets the world around her. Her mind floats off into distant realms. Work, gone. Coffee, later. People, just in the way.

She floats to the bright boy. That’s what it feels like in any case. Like she’s in the air, no ambulation needed to reach her destination. Just a gentle floating to where his brightness beckons. He catches her, and surrounds her with his lemon drop smell. His shoulders hard and bony under her hands, his hands warm on her back.

“I will give you a silver kiss”, Β he softly whispers in her ear, “if you come with me right now”

“A silver kiss? Not a gold one? Or a flesh and blood one?” she asks him.

“A silver kiss is all you will ever need”

“All right”

And off they float, through the window, up into the sky, where the yellow sunlight starts.

No thoughts of work, or tomorrow, only now, only here, only the bright boy and his lemon drop smell – the only choice really.

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An attempt at changing pace. Got the link from Rarasaur, and followed it here. And thought, what the heck – might as well try πŸ˜‰

For my bright boy…

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32 comments on “Something different…

  1. Me too! I enjoyed this one as everybody has – maybe we have to write of dreams in order to create ’em – go, Ghia, go, go, go! HuntMode

  2. My GOODness! I don’t like to be a third wheel but I was floating right up there behind you. My wrist is numb from fanning myself.

    This is wonderful, Ghia. I don’t mind being dragged by the nose into ethereal realms sometimes.

  3. Good morning you Thought i would
    wake you up early
    but not with lemon tea
    It’s a sunny day in Cornwall
    Going to the hospital at 12.30
    Then I’m off fishing this afternoon
    feeling lucky could catch a silver fish
    Have a beautiful day
    β•”β•—
    ║║╔═╦╦╦═╗*. . *
    β•‘β•šβ•£β•‘β•‘β•‘β•‘β•©β•£* Danielβ€’*´¨`*β€’
    β•šβ•β•©β•β•©β•β•©β•β•.*.*

    lβ€’*´¨`*β€’lβ€’*´¨`*β€’lβ€’*´¨`*β€’
    Sealed with love
    Could you be the one?
    I’ve truly missed
    There is not a thing
    On this earth
    I would not do
    To give you back your pride
    Sealed with a silver kiss

    • I would have done exactly the same πŸ˜‰
      Thanks for having the speakeasy!! And thanks for welcoming me, and for the read and the comment πŸ™‚

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