 by Greg Hoose |
by Greg Hoose |
A cool wind ruffled the feathered leaves. Coleste laughed a little at their insolence. The somber gray skies would soon fill with rain and the world would drone with the patter of vital fluid upon their little surfaces. The leaves whispered hearing her thoughts “We may be small but we are attached!”
Coleste looked down upon the pools of water below. She knew it was true! She was not “attached”. She was lost in a wonderful world of Love without a Love! What irony! Giggling she stood upon her pedestal and shook out her wings. They were such lovely beauties! How some sprite would love to see them glistening in the sun! Each wing came to attention and shivered slightly, fluttering in the touch of the breeze. Ah, how good to be alive! Streetchh! Ummm.
Coleste spread her wings to their greatest extent and dove off the Magnolia lip on which she was perched. The Magnolia scent followed her down as she sailed headlong toward the nearest pool. She gazed calmly as she fell and saw a tiny form rising to meet her from its brilliant depths. She stretched out her slim translucent arms to great the tiny stranger; and gathered up a bundle of her vision in its watery fineness; soaring to the sky!
Ha Ha Ha - She laughed outloud till her belly ached. Hmmm, time for food! And away she darted through the forest.
Continuing...