This is part of the April 2013 A-Z Challenge. Enjoy!
Green Vineyard at Ithaca
I hear voices in the distance; the moans increase to a crescendo.
"Marta . . ."
"John . . ."
Recognizing your voice, I quietly walk down the path and peer through the vines. Yours eyes meet mine; her eyes also.
I whisper . . . "How could you?"
I run through the green haze and collapse in despair.
Bummer!
ReplyDeleteA short tale of love, intrigue and betralal. The green vineyards look so innocent too.
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Beautiful picture!
ReplyDeleteA very interesting story. I really like it. :)
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