The feeling of the night was not easily described, nor was the feeling of the grass brushing against her bare legs or the swift pleasure that crept up her spine each time the sound of a hunting dog pierced the resounding silence of the woods. November thought minimally, as usual. Once she was out, so were the words darting around her my head, now floating around her like an aura of gentle appreciation for the spark human intelligence bestowed upon each and everyone one of us at birth. Instant description was unnecessary, for the moment was the moment and that's all it was meant to be.
Her eyes flickered downward casually to look at her hands. She watched rose-white moonlight glinting off her pale skin, like shards of glass would be seen in the stunning rays of the mid-day sun. She had always struggled to imagine the usefulness the moon. Why couldn't one just leave the night to sit in its beautiful solitary and refreshing purity? Darkness seemed essential in the chaotic and incompetent world she lived in. It told November that even the sky needed to pause sometimes, to take time to reset and regroup with the light. She had learned to operate in the dark, learned to keep herself from stumbling over the unknown. The simplicity comforted her.
November was still running, her small feet bouncing effortlessly over the cool, damp stones that littered the group beneath her. She had no reason to run, nothing to escape, no goal to obsess over completing. She had simply decided to run, picking up her feet in a rhythmic pattern that echoed into the trees. Soon she would have to leave, vanishing from the view of all things riding the silent night.
Freezing spring water bit tentatively up at her ankles as she reached a stream, evenly balanced despite the relentless current she nearly flew across its reflective surface. The eerie whisper of powerful yet minuscule wings buzzed in her ears as fireflies lit up the foliage surrounding her. They looked like little pieces of glitter in the soft yet persistent glow of the moon as they parted around her agile and untraceable movements. A breathy sigh escaped November's small lips, filling the air with the sweet taste of her breath as the blinding lights of the small town ahead came subtly into view....
To be continued.
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+'. November .'+
General FictionA short story about a girl from the world of my book, a girl who isn't strange or ordinary, a girl who doesn't blend in with the light or shadows but is rarely ever seen, a girl who can't be looked over but won't let anyone in, a girl who sees flame...
