The Witch and the Danger - By Ink
The woman, known only as witch, made her way through the
dark forest. She rests her shaking hand firmly against the
satchel at her side. A small critter scurries out of her path a
few feet ahead, causing her to start. The bottles inside her
satchel rattle a sharp warning. The witch quickens her stride,
her breathing coming out in sharp rasps as gets nearer.
Finally she spies a light up ahead, she slows to a crawl,
close to her destination. A sudden chill wraps its ice grip
around
her, she pulls the hood of her black cape further down
over her face. The threatening crunch of her footsteps is the
only
sound as she comes closer to the light.
Suddenly he's standing in her path, unspoken danger
lurking around him. She stops just as suddenly as he
appeared and
watches him. His gaze devours her, taking in
every womanly detail. She looks into his eyes and her breath
catches in her
throat. They're so intense. His eyes are the
color of the Pacific and just as deep and relentless.
Fascinated, she manages
to look away from his startling
gaze. An unusually soft breeze flows through the forest,
taunting his hair--hair as dark as
Lucifer, into a quiet dance.
He doesn't smile. She wonders what his ruggedly handsome
face would look like if he did
smile.
He watches her as she watches him. She looks at him with
strong emotion in her curious eyes, he almost smiles to
himself, but doesn't. He looks into her eyes, they're the color
of the Atlantic and he wonders how many have drowned in
them. She wears a cape and hood but her auburn hair peeks
out every so often, complimenting her knowledgeable face.
Even the large cape doesn't cover her soft curves. He
wonders how it would feel to touch her and how many others
already have. The thought infuriates him, his jaw tenses in
jealous anger.
He reaches out his hand to her. She hesitates then
nervously places her hand within his grasp. He closes his
fingers
around her hand tenderly, taking her by surprise. A
man of such danger couldn't be so gentle, she thinks to
herself.
He gives her hand a small squeeze, pulling her out of
her thoughts, motioning for her to follow. She does. They
make their
way into the light. A small explosion sounds
through the forest and danger and witch disappear. -- THE END
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