It was summer. The weather in The Hills was pleasant for a
change. It was a special day. Seven rainbows adorned the sky. It was early in
the morning and most people were just stirring out of their beds. But not him. He
was a queer guy, an outcast. What he said and what he did were beyond the
comprehension of the villagers. They feared him. They exiled him. He did not
mind.
But she always found him rather fascinating. As he stood on
the edge of the cliff, arms open, hair flying, his face reflected the wonder of
the skies.
He made an eerie noise suddenly. The birds responded to his
call. They swooped in in a spiral formation and circled over his head like a
live halo.
The birds were in every color you could imagine. A live
incarnation of the rainbows above. Their chirping was in beat with the sound of
the waterfall. The specter was supernatural. For a moment, the worries of the
villagers haunted her. But how can something so beautiful be so evil, she
thought. Abandoning her fears she slid out of her hiding place, in full view of
the cliff.
It was as if he sensed her movement. He turned around and
saw her gaping. He acknowledged her with a smile, the most charming smile.
The next heartbeat, he vanished.
Good Stuff
wish it had been a little longer or a bit more elaborate.
loved it.