thelastasthmatic

the man stood gazing at the coming sunset, the potent mixture in his glass having the desired effect. his mood dreamy but melancholy. the summer breeze brought the sounds of birds and trees, and something else...

she was there, just beyond the crest of the hill. the wind ran fingers through her hair and swiftly brought the fading scent to him. an afterimage of her face burned in the sunset, fading with the light as her presence retreated in the distance.

the ache in his heart dulled only with the sound of her sleepy voice,

whispering his name to the night...