I couldn’t see the sky, all I could
see was her, the way she moved, walked, danced; a fairy on a bed of green
grass.
Her bare feet on the ground, the leaves
and trees swaying her way, endowing her with a crown of their making.
It was night – I think, but I saw
no moon, only her face.
The air bore sweet music and the
earth reverberated underneath her dancing feet.
This week's prompt is Beauty. I had something that fit the prompt so I made minor amendments and posted it. This is for the Five-Sentence Flash Fiction Contest
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