By Jack Spies
Cautiously, he opened the door of his deep forest cabin, and there, about twenty feet away, she stood. Amber light, streaming from her eyes, plunged the moonless night into midday. He paused, rapt and expectant, as if waiting for a command or permission to act.
Not what he had expected from the advertisement, ‘Lonely soul desiring satisfying companionship with kindred spirit.’ Nevertheless, seeing her, he could envision it: a complete, fulfilling relationship.
Indeed, more than a relationship: a communion. Now, face to face with her awesome beauty, he was overcome with fear, and stepped back, closing the door behind him—securely.
Poignant stuff this Jack, beautifully written, and so very often the way life goes.
Alas, Esme upon the Cloud. Alas. Thanks for your kind and thoughtful words, Esme; insightful as usual.
Awesome story.
Thanks, Irene.
This story was just beautiful. Well done!
Thank you very much, Swarn.