Mark
Wisps of fog
faces, torn
gliding past my eyes.
Snow flakes
perfection, melted
running through my hands.
Rain drops
tears, dried
never moist my skin.
In vain.
In vain.
In vain.
Ha. I really thought he washed away the magic and all that was left was a plain albeit beautiful bowl. Whew! Love Fire. I guess Jonas' life just got a little more exciting. Next chapter please.
Now I almost feel like I missed something for not getting a friendly message so far.
I read the instruction 'how to post a story' three times, at least, and waited with bated breath because I always misunderstand instructions. Not this time, but there is always the next story.
Anyway, thanks Cia for all your hard work.
If nothing helps there is always the tawse.
*writes furiously* Thanks for your comment. I try to get the next chapter out before I'm going on vacation. Still, it's an important chapter so it might take some time.
What a way to start a confession. In a way it's very realistic. Didn't we all start a difficult conversation with some silly question to break the ice some time? I might have difficulties to look at crocuses for a time.
There is scheming in every corner of the island. I really wonder how this will work out at the end. To be honest, I have no idea.
I like the 'addition', it makes everything more clear.