Sabine believes she's seen her lost love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The stag lifted his head and she saw how pale he was, like
polished ivory. He carried eight fine points; he was as magnificent as those
who had seen him had reported.
Dark, large
eyes surveyed her. Not an albino, just as
reported! She could feel her heart begin to pound from the intensity of his
gaze. The creature was at a distance, but his eyes seemed to glow like black
coals. His sides heaved. When he rose, the entire herd followed. All heads turned Sabine’s way. The stag made
a huffing noise, his exhalation two cones of steam in the frigid air. The does
began to move away from her, back into cover. She felt a terrible longing, the
ache of things lost—maybe forever.
“Is that
you, my Lord?” She cried aloud, the sound of her voice echoing in this empty
place. She opened her arms wide, imploring.
The outline
of the creature wavered. For one dizzying instant, Sabine saw a human face suspended
between the antlers, the contours weirdly elongated.
With a final
snort, the white stag spun and leapt away, crashing into the underbrush after the others.
~~Juliet Waldron
And please do check out these great Books We Love Writers :
http://connievines.blogspot.com.au/ Connie Vines
