She was siting at the edge of the cliff. A salmon pink scarf with beaded edges: a gift from an aunt in a village thousands of miles away. The sun setting hitting her large brown eyes …honey, dark honey.. a shade lighter according to the star in the sun.
A star setting …while another is being born.
A flute next to her.. her slim peach painted fingers caressing the holes of the flute. A silver antique gift, found in an antique store .. in the central display under the watchful eyes of a nervous owner.
Her white horse..her prize..child..lover..and galaxy breathing in the chilled air..Yes honey, I am coming she mumbled…the last piece of sugar cane ..cupped in her hand..tongue on hand..the sugar chewed..
Let’s walk..walk away into the distance …