VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.

The Cliff

A single silver tear slipped from her eye, and ran down her soft face. The wind wrapped her hair around her as if protecting her from the winds wrath. She stood there on the edge. Watching the storm come in, the waves below were angry and gray. Cold.

He stood transfixed. He could feel his heart beating hard in his chest, his hands clenched and unclenched into tight fist unconsciously. Fear rose in him, and he questioned the fear, was it that she may take the step forward, and be lost to him forever or was it a fear born from inside that he was already lost to her.

Time seemed frozen. How long he had been standing there, he did not know. His feet seemed to move on their own accord. For some unknown reason he was drawn towards her. At the soft scraping of the frozen ground she turned towards him, her dark mist filled eyes searching. There was no fear in her, only a desire that burned her to the core.

He was a powerful looking man, his hair unfashionably long. Dressed in a black trench coat and hat pulled low, she was unable to make out his facial features. He was tall. Who was he? and why was he here on her cliff, no one came to her cliff, as she had come to call it. It was hers alone. Anger began to rise in her. How dare he come to her cliff, disturb her solitude.

to be continued........