The beauty of the song stilled the very air that carried it.
Her words drifted into me as I walked down the mountain path towards the shack, soothing, soulful. A beckoning siren call, irresistible. Compelling.
My feet barely touching the scarcely trodden earth, the breeze passing through me like rainwater through limestone.
It's been such a long time, such a very long time.
From life, to death, and now, back to life. The prophecy fulfilled.
Closer now, hurrying, joyful, expectant.
The door is ajar, the familiar scent of her perfume is in my nostrils, on my tongue, in my head.
The voice faltered, quieted.
The door fell fully open as I approached.
I walked into the room.
“Hello darling,” she said, “welcome home.”
©2012 Stephen. J. Green.