A subtle breeze blew the delicate lace of her dress that lay draped around her legs. She tucked them in closer to herself, fighting off the chill. Nothing she did stopped the coldness as it seeped ever deeper under her flesh.
This would be the final storm. She knew it, and she’d embrace it. She would let it take her. Something inside the magic called to her each time it passed. Yet each time she hid, denying the call, terrified. Not this time. This time she waited, leaving herself open for its power.
Her breath caught in her throat as the brutal force of magic swamped her body. The gentle breeze turned violent around her. If she tried to conceal herself again, she knew it would destroy her.
She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the wickedness she sensed in the pervasive magic. She began to laugh in utter bewilderment. The magic no longer felt aggressive, threatening. Love and warmth surrounded her, consumed her as the storm of magic carried her away.
Home was her final thought.
Click here if you'd like to check out the picture that inspired this flash fiction and to read other entries :). Due to the authors' request, we are not allowed to repost the original picture. And it is a good one. Thank you, Dottie, for posting about this. It felt good to lose myself for a little while. Now I must get ready for work :).