Flash Fiction Friday (33)

Dottie over at Tink's Place have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.

I have to thank Blodeuedd at Book Girl of Mur-y-Castell for introducing me to this fun meme. I don't know if I'll be able to keep up with every week, but I'll give it a try from time to time.

The Image This Week:

By:  Melissa

Ceran sat on the fallen tree watching the fog roll across the dark lake.  The women of the village no longer came into the woods, and he had no one to...play with.  The women of his kind have all died out, or left to a find a healer to help them.

The women from the village use to come see him, all the time.  His young beautiful face, with a natural pout brought the woman close, wanting to comfort him.  Once he touched them, they became entranced by his smooth, liquidy skin.  They loved to rub against it and feel the jolt of excitement that followed.  

The men of the village caught on after several of them lost their wives to the woods, and the few who did return no longer accepted their husbands in their bed.

Now, Ceran was left alone.  Two white doves fluttered to a branch beside him.  White feathers jumped to his attention against the gloom background the forest had become.  With his kind gone, and the lack of excitement and fun, the flowers didn't bloom any longer, and the trees were dying.  The magic was leaving the world.

A dove cooed, bringing Ceran's eyes into focus on it.  It told him it had a message for him, and turned into a female with shimmering wings full of health.  Ceran's mouth dropped to speak, but nothing came out as his mind froze from shock and happiness.

"Yes Ceran.  We have found the one to help us."  Her voice reminded him of the growing of roses; tempting, beautiful, yet wild.  "Will you come be with us?"

Ceran jumped from the broken tree he sat on, landing within inches of the beauty before him.  His fingers found their way to her face, feeling the familiar smoothness he’s been craving to feel on another, then gliding down her neck to her shoulder.  His eyes traced with his fingers the glimmering skin he desired, then returning to her sparkling brown eyes.  There was fun and hope in that sparkle.  He remembered Blossom, she was always one of his favorites to spend time with.  Ceran leaned in grazing his lips across hers before claiming them for his own.  His arms found their way around her waist, tickling her wings.

Blossom giggled, sounding like the ripple of fresh water, "I take that as yes."

A flutter of wings, Ceran and Blossom left the perishing forest behind them.