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This Is a scene from a book I one day plan to write...

 

She fell, not far, but she fell. She fell into the snow that had previously lain undisturbed. Her hands were slow and clumsy. There was pain, there was a feeling of warmth, and there was a glorious halo of red. She lay for a while silent, a broken snow angel crowned in blood. Then clumsily, almost childlike she knelt and then rose. If she had a name she didn’t remember it, and if she had a home then she was far from it. All she knew was that here and now she was very lonely and she needed to get somewhere before night fell.

 

As she arose the world around her came into focus, she could hear the town below her begin to slow down, she felt night creeping closer. So with no other option she slowly meandered down from the hillock she had awoken on. The sharp stones on which she had fallen seemed to form a pattern, beautiful swirls on a smooth white canvas. Swirls now tinted red, tainted from her fall. She left them behind her and made for what she presumed was a quiet little country town. As she approached it, it seemed to glow, the lights slowly illuminating the streets as she flowed closer. The friendliest building in sight was the “Hill& Stars”, the board outside proclaiming it to be offering a special menu entirely based on the fact that this particular Friday was indeed the shortest day of the year.

 

“SPECIAL OFFER!

SHORT-CRUST PASTRIES AND SHORT-BREAD TREATS.”

 

The oak doors responded to her touch with a soft creak. As she entered, the warmth filled her, and a smile crossed her face. The bar stood opposite and the barmaid sang serenely as she wiped down a nearby table. A quiet susurrus of sound floated from the patrons and a gentle hue of smoke made the room only more human. She took a deep breath and smelt the moments that had occurred, the sweet romance of the young lingering in the form of delightfully light perfume. The harsh smell of the business meeting, cigar smoke taking the minutes. And finally the sadness, the broken feelings of all the drinkers who came here to relax, relapse, drink.

 

The room blazed, fire swept through the building and screams permeated every fibre of her being. She wasn’t afraid. People lay, burnt. People spluttered, choking. And through it all she walked. Like a swan on a lake she glided through the room, never revealing the power, the control.

 

She was thrust back into the light in a fit of coughs, the image of the burning building scorched in her mind, and the acrid taste of smoke was still very tangible to her. Instead of the fierce flames she was met with the gentle flames of auburn hair,

“Are you ok? What happened?” The barmaid’s voice brought her fully awake and she began to tell her of her strange unconscious experience.

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Author's Note

This is one scene I can clearly see....I just need to write up to this part in my head. Any comments are welcomed though I appolagise as I just dont have time these days to continue with this "Book"