The ball left his fingers, winging its way across the field. Had he thrown too hard? Too high? Would someone catch it when it arched down on the other side?The ball left his fingers, winging its way across the field. Had he thrown too hard? Too high? Would someone catch it when it arched down on the other side?
The darkened world sighed sleepily as the Lady turned her pale cheek toward it. Her star-spangled shawl drifted around her like a cloud.
She squealed as he stepped off the ramp and sank to one knee to hold his arms out to her. She squirmed away from her mother and flew across the tarmac, nearly bowling him over in her exuberance.
The canyon stretched out below his feet, its depths lost in the blizzard. It disappeared into the snow to the north and south. There was nowhere else to go, nothing else to do but turn around and face the hunter.
So many aspects to every facet of life, the world. Like a fractal that starts with one thought and spreads outward connecting everything, everyone, everywhere, even though outside our perception. Find the connections and you have the keys to everything.
She swayed down the street, gazelle-like and teetering on her stilettos. Her makeup was immaculate.