Beautiful Night
Flash fiction
The dark shadows danced
in my head.
Where are you?
A scent of jasmine and
musk filled my senses.
The coolness of the night
caresses me like your fingers down my arm.
I shiver.
Where are you?
The cool night air fills
my very being.
The night hugs me like
your arms.
Where are you?
A gentle night breeze
rustles my hair and then a gentle breath brushes a strand of hair away from my
cheek.
It almost felt like your
fingers. Is it?
Where are you?
I close my eyes for a
brief moment and when I open them I see amber pools that hold my soul.
You are here, my beautiful
night.
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