when dreams become real

The clouds were purple – swirly and uneven, like they’d been painted with watercolors. Wind whistled roughly through the trees, twisting and turning its way through the woods until it found what it was looking for – a young, puzzled girl.

She looked around slowly. Her hair was blowing messily around her face, but she wasn’t cold. Just confused. She wasn’t sure what to do now that she was here.

An owl hooted softly above her.

The girl felt a slight tug on her hand. Glancing down, she saw a bright red string tied tightly around one of her fingers. It trailed off into the woods, out of her sight. And suddenly she knew what to do.

Ravens (three of them) flew slowly over the trees.

She felt the leaves crinkle under her bare feet as she walked, following the string. With every step she took the wind blew harder, as though the anticipation was too much for it to bear. The girl walked more quickly, unable to peel her eyes away from the thread.

‘Faster, faster, faster,’ breathed the wind.

Her breath became rapid, urgent, as she started running. With each step she pulled the string a little tighter, coming closer and closer to whatever was on the other end.

And suddenly she stopped.

The small remaining bit of red string trailed along the ground, and up his leg, until it reached his finger. And there it was tied, tightly, just as it was on her own hand. Their eyes met.

Not a single creature moved.

Slowly, slowly, they walked towards each other. There were only a few inches of string left, now. They raised their hands, and tentatively laced their fingers together. Electric shocks sparked against their skin, and thunder rolled.

And the woods whispered ‘Finally.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jason
    Jun 16, 2010 @ 06:42:33

    I didn’t know what was going to happen until the end. That string could have led her to a minotaur or a bottomless pit.

    Are you following a string?

    Reply

    • aprilwednesday
      Jun 16, 2010 @ 09:49:41

      Well, I don’t think it would’ve been quite as romantic if it had led her to a minotaur!

      I might be ^.^ I was going for an allusion to the Red String myth, have you ever read about that? I always thought it was really romantic. :)

      Reply

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