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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