Her morning voice was like the whispers heard on a summer’s night, clear as rinsed crystal. Champagne bubbled to the rim of her laughter and honey dripped its scent from the waking hive. Her touch was silk.
But winter was dark and muddied as ditch-water. The trees beckoned with witch-like arms, threatening doom. In dreams he rushed to the midnight pool where a crystal moon cast stars that passed like comets of sparkling wine. Then he tasted again her honeyed lips, and the breeze spun hair to milk and whispers to glass.
She was his vampire, devourer of his dreams.
© Sheila Deeth, April 2009
The titled sentence challenge was to use the phrase "whispers heard on a summer night, clear as rinsed crystal." And the zoomit challenge was to use the letter V.
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Brushstrokes
I loved the imagery!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
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You are just incredible.....you killed two birds, I mean vultures, with one stone on a summer night. I love all the imagery.