It's time you had the talk

[Pentecost]

Do you want to know why I use a knife?
Guns are too quick. You can't savor all the...
little emotions. In... You see, in their
last moments, people show you who they
really are. So, in a way, I know your friends
better than you ever did.

The forest falls black over the blanket of night, stars shimmer and the moon hangs large and high over the evergreen tips. There he walks in elegant stride, fitter and fuller than only a year prior. He feels strong. The river’s flow is hardly a whisper as the forest falls silent. He stands towards the rocky shore, feeling the moon-rays ignite his silvery sheen.

I strategically place myself before coming to a halt, feeling the cool air rise from the stream. Winter has blanketed the entire forest in a white frosting, and amidst the silence I realize how peaceful this world can be. How uncomplicated things could be.   But the naivety is gone.   While the air is chilled, I cannot help but feel a warmth flush across my chest and neck. Is it nerves? There hadn’t been a doubt in my mind that if I put myself out there, she would find me. The electrifying touch, the hypnotizing curve of her flank, she had haunted me since I left her.   And all I want is to see her—the real her—and feel again.   I exhale, a soft puff of steam surrounding my muzzle as I listen to the soft chime of branches singing with the wind. I ignore the pulsing threat daunting deep in the pit of my stomach, the reminder of my task and what I must do. I fear what she will think of me.   I used to believe my biggest fear was failing father.   I now know it’s losing Leonora.

PENTECOST

WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW WHO WERE COWARDS?

@[leonora]