Sitting like a bird on a twig, hidden from sight, she watches the man. Her heart sings with the joy of his existence, but he is deaf to her song. She would do almost anything to have him tilt his head and listen, just once.
She wishes the notes of her life could form a series of chords with his, creating a melody of endless length and beauty. Visions of a different life swim like glittering mercurial fish in her head, but they fall to ashes when a woman comes into view.
His wife is his one true song, not her.
I love your story! Very touching and well-written. I love the descriptions and imagery. Great job!
Are we witnessing the birth of a Siren? If she ever manages to float her song on the waves, will the hapless hubby be able to resist?– a wonderful phrase like “She wishes the notes of her life could form a series of chords with his” suggest he’s got no hope!
Good motivation for listening closer to the birds in the trees around us, eh? Good job, Angela.
what a beautifully written story–sad, but lyrical. well done.