I saw an Elf

by Susan Evelyn

I saw an elf the other day. At least, I think I did.

I had drifted into slumber as the book tumbled from my grasp. I was roused by the pressure of a wary gaze and thought I saw movement before my focus blinked. He had paused a moment in my unwitting view. The image burned into my mind.

He stood there tall and thin and straight like a sapling untested by the winter winds; his skin dusty pale like a paperbark tree. Clothing wrapped his slender body in mottled greens and browns.

Shapely ears twitched pointedly through long hair of silken sunlight draping over shoulders of unguessable power. He heard everything from the hopping of a cricket, to the fall of a leaf, and my heartbeat though I held my breath.

From eyes as blue as water pooled in limestone valleys, his gaze pierced my spirit.

Thin lips of sunset's pale pink sketched a fleeting smile and with the barest tilt of his head he slipped between the lengthening shadows and was gone.

I saw an elf the other day.

At least, I think I did.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 05.02.2010

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