Flash Back Friday

Hello people! Hope this Friday (or Saturday if you are living on the other side of the world) finds you well and planning a wonderful weekend!

Today’s short story was first written in 2012. A different sort of writing for me. I enjoyed it, hope you do too.

The Dreamers

They sat, barely touching. The fire crackled softly in front of them. It was cold, but they didn’t feel it. The night sky was full of stars, brightly shining down upon the two. Their soft voices mingled with the slight breeze, wafting upwards among  the trees.

They smiled, their quiet laughter muffled under the blanket wrapped around them. The night was quiet, beautiful. It was just the two of them. Hands would touch, then flutter away like birds newly learning to fly. The little puffs of mist when they breathed entwined like lovers.

The snow glistened in the moonlight. Sparkling like a spread of precious gems laid out before them. The small creatures  that would normally be heard scuttling in the bushes were quiet this night.

Soft cloth enfolding them in its fibers. Making two seem as one. They exchanged ideas, words flowed freely between the two. They spoke of faraway lands, of people known and cared about. Each so different from the other, yet each the same.

With each word, each idea, each story they grew closer. The found that even though they lived very different lives, they were still the same inside.

They were dreamers.