The Wind Blew
[flash fiction]
She stands by the sea, alone. The wind pushes, her hair shakes vigorously.
She hides her face beneath the long curly hair.
The wind grows stronger, blowing encouraging words. She must be comforted.
Her hair flicks, covers her eyes, silence her lips.
The wind insists, she has to listen! She has to feel it. It throws a gust, her body tenses, trying to hold to the ground.
The blowing of the wind is deafening. But she resists, she refuses to listen to its emotional words.
Persistent, the wind blows, blows, blows!
She remains impenetrable.
Suddenly, her body becomes lighter, her hair falls into her shoulders, silence surrounds her.
The wind gave up.
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