The only way Sira could see the world around her was through a magical mirror. She was white blind meaning her eyes were covered in a white film, a curse by a goblin. But if she looked into the mirror she could see again.
Everything came out backward.
The rock jutted into her bare flesh as she turned her back to land. She waited as the first signs of his presence came. His blue eyes sparkling and long black hair dancing in the breeze.
Always moving in the past, never coming forward, again the death of her love played out.
Best damn group of perverts you'll ever read. Every Friday we write flashers of 100 words precisely inspired by a given picture. The idea then is to comment on and support each others work. Keep flashing!