Hazy peach and fuchsia coloured the evening sky, Celyn laid her head against the trunk of the willow tree and gazed up. The branches of the tree where entwined – almost like a maze without an end, only allowing small rays of light to pass through. Celyn’s eyelids dropped over her large brown eyes, as the willow swayed in the light wind shadows of light moved over her face. Twigs snagged on the back of her cream stockings and dirt was smeared on the lace hem of her dress.
As she lay motionless she tried to withhold the relentless scene that played in her head like a broken record- it was etched in her memory – unforgettable – irremovable. As the scene begun to play out in her mind, she wrenched open her eyes. She drew in breaths hastily.
“Celyn? What’s wrong” His voice was inquisitive. His blue eyes burnt into hers with concern. Had he been watching me? She thought, even though she found this irritating it hadn’t really bothered her now. She stood up slowly, shaking away the debris from the ground.
“Heath” she breathed his name ever so softly. “I’m fine”.
As she lay motionless she tried to withhold the relentless scene that played in her head like a broken record- it was etched in her memory – unforgettable – irremovable. As the scene begun to play out in her mind, she wrenched open her eyes. She drew in breaths hastily.
“Celyn? What’s wrong” His voice was inquisitive. His blue eyes burnt into hers with concern. Had he been watching me? She thought, even though she found this irritating it hadn’t really bothered her now. She stood up slowly, shaking away the debris from the ground.
“Heath” she breathed his name ever so softly. “I’m fine”.