The tears shine in her eyes, form as they leave the corners and when they strike the pile below her with a small click, they are pearls. They lie in waves around her, and she sits at her fountain which she cannot leave and adds to their number.
A man who has been hiding in the bushes watching her crawls out from his cover. He straightens himself and takes a step into the pearls assuming he will be the one to save the maiden from her misery. Some pearls roll away some crunch under his foot, and the girl looks at him, a flicker of hope in her heart.
He freezes, crumbles, scatters into a thousand shiny white pearls and becomes part of the sea around her.
And the pearls continue to fall.
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Carl D'Agostino
/ September 22, 2012As an aside reminded me of TV series “26 Men” about the Texas Rangers of the Old West.
W. R. Woolf
/ September 22, 2012Oh?
I haven’t heard of that series before, so I tried to google it, but I’m not much wiser…
What was it about it that reminded you of the series?