Wednesday, May 14, 2008

• A Hermit

  for the Lady_Songbird's contest ................The Challenge:   Choose one of the images that you can find on her blog, and write some fiction about it...........

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     A Hermit

   

  ………The corrosive nature of silence

  Leads one to regret

  It allows hurt to fester

            Makes it harder to forget………

   

        Strictly speaking, he was ancient. However, if you ever saw him up close, you would find a man in his prime ... strong of body and mind. Eyes clear and bright that appeared able to see through to the core of all things. Once he was adored by the masses ... his name praised by all. Now, he chose to be alone and wander the shores of a lake searching for salvation; known only as that crazy old hermit.

   

  Legend had him immortal but that was not exactly true. The years did touch him; just not as it did others ever since that night in her arms. A warrior, a diplomat, a monk and a poet in years past, he had won and walked away from two thrones and countless women. The thrill of victory had always suited his nature more than the agony of everyday. Maybe the challenge of taming his wild and restless spirit is what attracted the Lady originally...or maybe she had simply been in need. He wondered if he would ever know the truth.

   

  These days she was continually in his thoughts; usually as a part of the questions that were always on the move. Had leaving the lake that morning when she returned to the depths been worth all these lonely days and nights? Had all those additional years been worth outliving all those he had held dear? Had she been real or was the whole thing simply a trick of his mind ... a memory pieced together from legends over the years until it felt real?

   

  Her looks were certainly a part of why he had come back. The memory of luxurious dark hair and ice blue eyes set against her delicate pale skin was almost more than his old heart could bear. But more compelling than her exquisite looks was that feeling of being complete in the midst of their passion. At the time, he had been too young to realize how truly rare it was and how impossible it would be to recreate. He could remember all the others; even name them all. But they paled in comparison to the Lady that had sensed his potential and had literally given him the time to fulfill it.

       

        Around and around the lake he searched; quiet and alone. Maybe in time she would forgive him. Maybe.

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