Effervescent
A Micro-Fiction Story By Birithivy Yogaratnam
Her hazel eyes gazed at mine, while we held hands by the Seine river. We danced the night away, having not a care in the world. The wind blew gently, caressing our pirouetting souls, under a night sky full of glowing stars. We walked along the cobblestone path, hearing the water meditatively flowing against the stone walls. What a beautiful night, one of many for years to come. It doesn’t get better than this. As the French say: “La vie est un sommeil, l’amour en est le rêve.” How sweet love is. How beautiful the feeling.
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As the sky burned and the ground broke, I looked around to see the ash settle on us. Plumes of grey and black, covered the grounds that once were brown and green. All life were running to safety, with none attempting to witness the mighty terror that was upon us. We were warned, but none of us took heed. I stood there, knowing that the end was near. As I looked up, I saw the last fiery object, rushing towards earth. I stood in a state of trance, anticipating the hollow darkness that is this denouement.
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Nice story