Limping, he crossed the small place and approached her — the one person whose energy pulled at him, drawn him into this place. She could help him, of that he was sure.
He was about to open his mouth and talk when she suddenly looked up at him, her face small and pale and eyes as dark as the intense green found in the forest.
The longer they stared at each other, the more she lost her paleness.
In her pallid complexion blossomed a hint of red, which reminded him of both blood and something he could not yet speak of.
This post is my piece for Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction (FSF) for this week. This may be just five sentences but I had to delete a few lines here and add even fewer more there. It’s quite challenging but rewarding, though. And if you’ve been following my writing, I started out this particular FSF in relation to my post here.
* Photo shown accompanying this post is from Petr Kratochvil.