Meri T Petrichor
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Vermilion
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. A small girl approaches from behind a lavender thicket, doe-eyed with long wavy flaxen hair falling by her side, she gives a warm half smile before she runs off into the rich of the lavender field. You reach your arm out, feeling compelled to chase after her, but your limbs are too heavy. In this instant the twilight sky awash with soft purples illuminated with bright yellows swirl into formidable dark clouds, and the lavender stalks stir with the fictitious breeze. Standing heavy, a sense of fear pervades, as a large shadow slowly inches above, and without forewarning the vermillion beast lets out a thunderous screech. The girl swings around with pleading eyes, as her hair gently dances through the air, but before you can move, the beast lunges.
By Meri T Petrichor 2 years ago in Fiction