Treasure Island

Diana Young


Forbidden Kiss


The fog presses against me.
I look around, but I see only the fog.
Its quiet.
So quiet I can hear my heart beating in my chest.

Hurried footsteps break the silence.
The sound echoes around me.
I turn around and around, looking for the source of the sound.
But see no one.

I continue to search the fog for someone, anyone.
Suddenly, the fog before me separates and a silhouette appears.
He is looking around frantically, but then his eyes fall upon me.
And then he is running to me, calling my name: 'Rose! '

He stops before me and sweeps me into his arms.
He then holds me at arms length.
'You scared me, Rose, ' He whispers to me.
He lowers his face to mine and our lips touch...

... And before my eyes, the man I loved, turn to ash....

(Written: November,1st 2010)

Submitted: Tuesday, November 23, 2010

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