Aranis landed on the mountain his heart tenebrous as the clouds around him.
There had to be something worth saving. Spinning the dial Aranis steeled himself for the unknown.
This time he landed beside a man observing a lady.
Her silhouette the spitting image of Chloris. Standing in the shadows he watched as she gently creamed her skin, he imagined it felt silky like his daffodils as he watered them each night. She was the perfect guardian for his daffodils. He would bid his time gently.
Aranis smiled, a lover watching over his desired. A glimpse of his soul had Aranis shrinking back in revulsion.
This was no lover.
Hi everyone, I have written this with the hopes of making it better.
So this was an attempt to carry on last weeks story, but the picture also invoked a character whose intro can be found here. I won’t be continuing either stories here, but I hope I have slightly cleared up last weeks confusion. Please let me know your thoughts.
In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Sandra Crook and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.