"Stop it!" Leslie Orange spun free from his touch, putting space between them, "I do not want to talk about this anymore."
Gentle Whisper let her walk away from him, the corners of his eyes suspiciously moist. He was not a crier, not ever. The pain that he felt was well-deserved, he knew that now. Gentle wiped away the dampness, deciding that he would give her the time and space she demanded.
But not for long.
He waited approximately three and a half minutes.
Gentle was hesitant to approach her at first. Her back was ramrod straight as she faced the bubbling spring. She was perched on the same rock as when he first saw her, so very long ago.
He wondered if it was too late to make amends.
Gentle let himself fade slowly, his signature mist gliding across the warm grass to pool next to the rock. She didn't see him at first, too intent on the pretty yellow butterfly that rested in her cupped hands. His faint eyes admired her expression of wonder for a moment before he solidified with a quiet snap. Her startled yelp unsettled the butterfly causing it to take flight.
Together, they watched it dance upward with its erratic movements, the flash of yellow winking to its own symphony. It slowly circled in the air before coming to land on his knee, its energy spent.
Gentle caressed it with a finger as his eyes lifted to meet his beloved, his voice soft, "Do you see how it trusts me? How utterly harmless I am?"
© copyright January 12, 2011 by Ren Thompson
3 Word Wednesday
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