The Lute

Her eyes closed tight, wet with tears.  The darkness shading 
her eyes spread out, surrounding her; and with that, she was 
gone...

	She laughed as she ran through the forest.  Her gown,
 akin to one of a fairy princess danced around her lithe thirteen
 year old legs.  Her blond hair bounced upon her back as she ran 
faster.  She soon neared the sound of a beautiful lute being 
played in the distance.

	She slowed her running as she entered a clearing.  Her
 bare feet touched against the soft green grass.  She stood still
 awhile as she stared at the boy playing the lute.  Her blue eyes 
filled with merriment as she knelt down, scooping up a small rose 
that was just beginning to bloom.  She touched the flower gently 
with her fingertip, staring into the rich, deep colour of the 
rose.  She held it gently in her hands, turning it over again and
 again. 

	She looked up at the boy and walked towards him.  The boy
 had a mystical quality about him.  He was seated upon a tree 
stump, his body bent forward a bit as he leaned over the lute he
 was playing.  His hair shone like the sun.  His eyes sparkled 
with delight as they fixed on her,  his hands still playing the
 lute with perfection.

	“Play my song please,” she whispered quietly as if
 entranced by his music.

	He nodded to her as he spoke, “Anything to make you happy
 Miranda.”

	The boy stopped the song he was playing, pausing a moment
 before beginning to play the notes of “Greensleeves”.  The girl
 smiled and tucked the rose in her flaxen hair.  She rose up on
 her toes as she bagna to dance to the music.  She closed her
 eyes, her eyelashes brushing against her cheek.  The aroma of
 the forest surrounded her.  The music danced in the air, filling
 every inch of her mind and soul.  Her body was surrounded by the
 music, a soft smile was found upon her red lips...

	Her eyes snapped open; awake to the reality as he rolled
 off of her young teenaged body.

	“Don’t tell anyone,” he hissed; and with that he left,
 the tears still wet on her soft pale cheeks.
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