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"Love Lies Hid" -- 155 Words
By Shelba B.
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"Love Lies Hid" -- 155 Word fic
By Shelba B.
The honeysuckle is red on the rock;
The willow floats over the brook like a feather: ††††
In every shadow some love lies hid.
by Mary Eleanor Wilkins
Redwood Forest
Late Spring, 2002
Night flees as dawn wakes the forest. Life stirs,
sleepy and as eternal as the Redwoods. In the near
distance, the Rockies reach for heaven.
Two years before, demons who'd flogged him with
memories of Samantha had vanished here in starlight
and hope. He'd escaped his own demons and returned,
nurturing his own hope.
Mulder lay, breathless from calling out his love
in his dreams. Was that why he'd awoken, his skin
feeling prickly, as though thunderstorms raged?
Barefooted, he padded to the doorway, absently
scratching his bare abdomen, then grasping a seed
bucket, stepped outside, smiling at the avian
cacophony of hungry birds chasing squirrel thieves
from their breakfast.
Nearby, a stream murmured morning greetings to
the greening woods, and drifting honeysuckle
sweetness evoked thoughts of Scully.
Muscles, taut as anchor rope, uncoiled. Whatever
woke him had disappeared.
From two thousand miles away, love raced toward
him at the speed of light. His phone's insistent
beeping broke the still morning.
"Mulder? It's me."
Fin~~
Poetry excerpt from:
Now Is the Cherry in Blossom By Mary Eleanor
Wilkins
Thank you to Cyndi (Pbear) for looking this over
and to Char for pointing out some oops. I'm
afraid I can never leave well enough alone, so any
errors are not the fault of these ladies.
Accept my apologies if Redwoods don't smell like Pine,
and if honeysuckles aren't found wild where they grow. 'Cause,
you know, they should be.