Vision in Blue
He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. He was in the middle of a forest and the floor was covered in beautiful flowers. There were deer gamboling through the trees and he could hear music.
Walking slowly towards him was a beautiful girl. Barefoot and draped in a blue dress, a vision of loveliness. Beautiful flowers were in her hair, a stag at her side and she was playing a wooden flute or whistle. He was mesmerized by the sight and sounds.
As she came closer he stood motionless in a stupor, hypnotized by the scene.
He said to himself in a whisper, ‘Man, these drugs are good.’
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Photo Challenge