By Bud Koenemund
A 100 Word Story
For Lindsay
She moves like a
dream, free of daylight cares; her dress billowing in the breeze. Shadow and
light dance across her face, teasing her beauty as she twirls; hidden, then
revealed in turn. She is perfection in the sun; but here she is more… she is
magic. Almost angelic. Immortal in memory.
The lady and the
moon are twins – one reflecting light, the other emanating it from within – and
all the stars in infinite heaven envy them; wishing they could be nearer such
grace.
She inspires both
lunacy and peace at once. A solace found in the maelstrom of life.
