Sadje is our hostess for the What Do You See Challenge
You can write a post on your blog and create a pingback to link to Sadje’s original post.
Write an original story, poem or a caption.
Sadje will try to reblog your response on her blog.
There is no limit to words or format but keep it family-friendly.
She will do a round-up next Sunday before the next Prompt is posted.
Please tag your responses with #Whatdoyousee Or #WDYS
Image credit- Stefan Keller – Pixabay
( For visually challenged reader, the image shows a woman holding her hands in supplication. In front of her a hummingbird is hovering in air. There are flowers in the background)
The bird flitted from flower to flower, wings almost invisible in flight, a miracle to her teary eyes.
It came closer, resting on her window sill, looking at her with familiar eyes.
‘Do not be afraid my Beloved,’ a voice whispered. ‘It is I, Casper.’
Naomi leaned towards the beautiful bird in wonder.
‘How can this be? You were banished by my father. I thought I’d never see you again.’
A gentle buzz passed for laughter.
‘I have my contacts and sources of The Night. Trust me. We will be as one.’
The tears started to flow.
‘That cannot be. My father will not allow it, and I am caged like one of his pets.’
‘I have thought of that,’ and the little bird flew off to return with a phial.
‘Drink this tomorrow as the sun sets. I will come for you as you sleep and we will be together as it was destined to be.’
Naomi took the phial and secreted it away in her bureau.
‘Until tomorrow,’ she breathed, bowing her head to her prayered hands.
The new day came, and Naomi stayed by the window watching the birds in the garden.
She went through the usual motions, dismissing her servants after her final meal saying she wished to retire early. As the sun began to set, she removed the phial and raised it to her lips then lay down on the bed.
In her dreams, Casper came for her as promised and they walked out into the moonlight.
The wails of grief echoed across the courtyard when Naomi’s lady in waiting took in her breakfast. In quiet repose, Naomi lay serene and as beautiful in death as she had been in life. Two humming birds hovered at the window, then flew away unnoticed.