Lost Voice

I remember the moment my voice disappeared. Not lost. Taken. I know where it is.

Florence. A humid afternoon, metallic clouds building. An encounter on a deserted street.

She was ethereal. Our eyes locked: my mind stilled. Wraith-like, she floated towards me, linear in her path. I felt her breath, cooling my skin.

She lifted her fingers, stroked my neck. A thunderclap, a hammering of rain and she was gone and my voice with her.

Who was she? I don't know. But now I spend my wretched days, roaming the Earth, searching for the woman from the streets of Florence.

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Exactly 100 words

Another Drabble created from the prompt:

Write about someone who becomes mute after they meet the one love of their life.

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