(This narrative story will be divided into several vignettes. Updates will be random.)
Vignette 2
Today, I Wed
The daughter approached his father with teary eyes, to speak of what was certain. The crystal teardrops were mixed with joy, love, fear, and hope. Her hair was coal black, and her skin blazing in sunshine white. She approached him in her white fabric dress, flowing with the rhythm of the wind.
The sky was clouded, and the towering trees dimmed the fields. As the breeze swept through every crack on their house; as the gentle wind caressed the glowing skin of her mother; as the zephyr of the skies lifted the kites of their neighbours’ children, she flew with the wind. She swam with the wind.
And with no other words, as though in farewell, she spoke of these to her father,
“Today, I had wed with death.”
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