A Robin's View - Part 1

The dappled sunlight slowly warmed her bent figure. She curled her white clad body, as if she was attempting to remove herself from this reality entirely. Taut and rigid her body contracted, as if trying to wish away the fabric that swirled around her.

Her hands, gloved in satin, clenched at the fresh ground. The power of her grasp pulled tufts of grass from the hard soil. Crushing the tufts left vivid green imprints in the memory of the fabric.

Her breath came in short disbelieving rasps, attempting to remove the crushing pain from her lungs. Beneath the shade of a veil, she clenched her eyes in a desperate attempt not to let her aready saline skin from being touched again.

The utter destruction of the perfectly applied make up was clear. Dark stains pitted her cheeks. In utter defiance of her emotion, golden locks struggled for superority against the white fabric, glinting as her body clenched tighter. She had managed to escape their gaze.

All that could see her now where two robins in the blossoming tree above. They cocked their heads in unison as if they understood everything.

More to come…