The Entwining of the Sands
Shadeless grains of sand were beginning to pulsate with heat. Bright radiant blues had swept across the vast sky. Despite the blazing sun shards of prickly snow danced through her hand as she reached out at the sun to shelter her face. She flinched. The sudden chill pierced across the tips of her fingers.
Her hair flowed like ripples of water in the breeze. A small hand had latched on to hers; it tugged as if wanting attention. She tilted her head to look beside her, she smiled and her eyes glistened with light. "Hello Clora".
The little frail girl replied with a small and colourful grin. "The family are waiting for you in the barn" she had whispered as if her lungs were filled with heavy smoke. Her innocent pearl face lit up. She turned her face to the sky, her brown feathery hair parted and her eyes showed, her wishful ash coloured eyes, the glitter of a butterflies shadow flickered as a flame would in her eyes. "What do you see?" she pondered softly as if she had felt that even her thoughts may break the little girl apart. The little girl stood dazed. A scattered pair of eyes had finally locked on to something. Could it be cloth? She thought 'no….', she looked closer twisting her eyelids in to place "a butterfly; a beautiful pure white silken winged butterfly."
Pleased with herself she grinned. The little girl's head moved back down, her hair fell back in place, her eyes vanished and with it her grin. She knelt down to just above the level of the little girls head "now, shall we go to the barn?". An unintentional childish tone had exhaled while she spoke. Standing back up she gripped the small hand and welcomed the warm sand on her feet.
The snow had started to clump together in the sky. This day felt different that yesterday, the ink like sky was watery and distorted.