Fantasy's Water (standard:fantasy, 809 words)
Author: Charlotte D'Espoir	Added: Jul 16 2003	Views/Reads: 3712/2454	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A woman, growing older, clinging to a fantasy. Is it real? Does it matter?

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gallivanting around in the woods this late. You have your health to 
look for. 

I smiled and patted her hand, Soon my dear, I will be gone, don't you
worry a biscuit, but until I'm out of here, I will enjoy what I can and 
do as I please. I laughed at her worried expression and bid her 
goodnight. 

Soon I will be able to join him and we shall be together forever. I know
that he is somewhat of a fantasy, an image created from a young woman's 
heart, carried out into her later years. But still, I think I would 
prefer my magical love than anything else. This world is a lonely one 
and I can no longer bare it. Tomorrow when I go to him, my body shall 
die, the pool of dark water shall disappear, probably only to appear 
somewhere else where it is needed by another lonely heart and I shall 
be able to live with him in that distant land. And if it is all a 
dream, then so be it, I shall dream and be happy, and I am willing to 
live with that possibility. 

I closed my eyes and smiled, Amelia will be fine. And tomorrow, well,
tomorrow I shall do as I always do. My mind drifted outward towards 
darkness and into the darkness I whispered, soon, my love. 

Silently an image appeared on the surface of the calm water. It was a
reflection of a young woman's face, beside her a young man, together 
they held each other so tight, as if afraid the other would fade away 
and slowly the image disappeared. 


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