The docile wind
brushed across the white curtains propelling it with a gentle force ,
disturbing it’s so called peaceful sleep .
Neither
appeased nor pacified the intruder searched for new companions amongst
decorative designer furniture that displayed grumpy faces expressing their unwillingness
to befriend an insignificant passerby.
Saddened with
the response , our lonesome solitary wind
decided to conclude his endeavor of finding new companions and to return back
to his reclusive life amidst the high lands and clouds .
Just then
his eyes fell on her , a plump brown colored book that seemed to have been
forgotten with the advent of modern age and
spent a lonely life starving for a friend .
Like the blocks
of a puzzle they coalesced together , as in happiness and joy the brown pages fluttered .
Pic : Google Images
Beautifully described. I love both Zephyr and book. And, the image fits so right here :) Good one!
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
ReplyDeleteThe wind is the protagonist caressing the forgotten book which comes out t alive. A very different take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully written, Sushree.
ReplyDeleteAn unusual love-story, Sushree!
ReplyDeleteShe was neglected, but great the passerby noticed her :)
How creative, Sushree! Such a tender story of companionship. Can picture those pages fluttering in the gentle wind :)
ReplyDeleteLovely. Thats one unusual love story I have read :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story it is! Very different take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful expression!
ReplyDeleteEver word is poetry
ReplyDeleteA sweet love story...heartfelt. Great picture to go with it.
ReplyDeleteSomehow I always think of the breeze as being a 'her'...
ReplyDeleteA beautiful thought, this :)