A Bright Field Of Roses

• Jasmine Rudd
• Short Story
• 2015

Her soft blue eyes sliced through me, watching my every emotion. Her eyes, the colour of the sky are beautifully dangerous, everything about them screams 'RUN!!!' but then they draw you closer. Above her deadly eyes are her eyebrows, slicing down across her forehead, completing her look of irresistible danger. Her lips are perfectly formed into a mysterious smile, they are thin but lush, the colour of a bright field of roses. Her smile makes me want to laugh, but I know better, it is just part of her game. Her pale blue hair is tossed carelessly over her shoulder, which makes her so beautiful that I want to cry, sob at her feet. Her wings aren't bird's or butterflie's or anything's, they are just... air. Sweet, soft air, the colour of her eyes. Her wings where still in perfect form and couldn't work better, I could whip my hand through her wings and they will still stay in their breathtaking shape. The fairy started to sing, her voice the one of an angel, letting the notes rise and fall I fell into a trance, mesmerized by the sound of her voice. She laughed, her voice ringing out, at the sight of my awe. She kissed my slightly on both cheeks then flew..or rather floated up into the sky.