She lurks in the cold stone aisles of the abandoned Abbey, waiting for unsuspecting visitors, but no-one ventures this far into the valley.
She wails with all her might, but no sound comes through her icy lips.
She spins round and round relentlessly, a never-ending pirouette; the blurring of moonlight and shadows, visible only between the batting eyelids of weary eyes.
Her long fair hair falls briefly onto her shoulders at each change in direction, as she continues her macabre, endless, partnerless dance.
As daylight approaches she evanesces once again without trace ’til the morrow.
Outside the ruined Abbey her effigy receives the first rays of dawn, but they will never warm a heart of stone that has long ceased to beat.
The inscription is ancient and faded. “Aurora : Daylight Becomes You.”
This is my entry to this weeks Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Do you think I was influenced by recent calendar events? Probably 🙂
All my thanks to Priceless Joy for curating this wonderful writing opportunity and of course to Sonya – Only 100 Words for providing the photo prompt!
I played around with Photoshop for a mock ‘Book Cover’ but it doesn’t sit well as a feature image (wrong format) so I’ll just throw it in here!