With great secrecy she descended the rocky crag leading to the sea. The dense foliage, splintering the sun, creating an undulating dance of light- ‘prayer votives illuminating the way to eternity,’ she thought fleetingly.
She was here to meet- him.
He too was a gentle man. A fisherman. Not tall, but dark and sinewy- with irises like black drowning pools that quelled her breath each time he cast them upon her. The mere anticipation of him awoke in her a gnawing hunger, a relentless urgency- the willingness to sacrifice even heaven.
As she strained to hear his footfalls, her thoughts, a capitulated liturgy of unspeakable questions to which she knew the answers, chastised.
Shattering the moments clarity, she tossed the golden band of her betrothal into the sea and dashed upon the rocks, her vow of consecration.
Immortality, by love consumed.
Word Count: 142
This was written based on the lore that surrounds The Friar’s Rock on St. Helena Island in response to a prompt on What Pegman Saw. You may follow the link attached to the photo if you want to read the Friar’s tale.
Special thanks to Twiglets and Your Daily Word Prompt.
Thru Violet's Lentz 
Thoroughly enjoyable. Thanks for joining in!
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Thank you Misky, I love the phrase prompt idea and I’ve been trying to get in on it for a minute now so I am glad I finally did.. Keep up the good work!!
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Such beautiful descriptions here. Well done.
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Why thank you whimsy. It was a piece I really struggled with so I am glad you liked it.
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Such gorgeous and emotional descriptions — I was transported! What a roller coaster of passion, from being willing to sacrifice heaven for this man, to the chastised moment of clarity where she realizes where her true commitment lays… Powerful stuff.
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Thank you Joy. It was one of those pieces I had to wrestle with for days, so glad you liked it..
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I know what you mean. Some stories are very cooperative, and some of them need days of coddling and pleading and occasionally harsh words before they’ll behave. 🙂
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Love the imagery here, and your choice of words whisper of deep and wrenching emotions. 🙂
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Thank you. This is another one that I wrestled with forever.Did it come across that she was a nun renouncing her vocation? i wanted to show not tell thus the word choices, but I am not sure if it translated.
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This is lovely. I confess I didn’t understand who she was and who she loved until I read your comment. It was all the more powerful when I gave it another read.
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It was SO hard to get it to translate in 150 words. I tried a lot of Catholic word choices but….. Thanks for rereading.
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I tried looking up the folk lore. I found out about Napoleon’s exile. The seclusion of the place adds to the mystery of your writing. 🙂
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If you click on the picture them scroll down to the Friar you’ll see the story.
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Thank you.
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Thanks, that was interesting. It really is too bad that tolerance of differences shatter hopeful futures.
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