"A Scene without Dialogue"
There was a gentle howl in the wet air, the wind blowing quietly, making the small trees sway slightly with it. The sun shined warmly upon the ground, and to the east smalls puffs of clouds calmly drifted away. Daises and great yellow dandelions were in bloom, and hummingbirds flew low to snack. The pleasant hums and the shrill whistling of birds created beautiful, intricate harmony with each other. The mountains to the north loomed greatly, the sun painting their landscape a majestic green. Its golden rays gleamed upon two hedgehogs, facing each other, eyes downcast.
Tears began to slide down the female's face. She gazed at him nervously, as her eyes began to drift to the ground. When she spoke her voice was feeble and sorrowful, with a hint of regret. She tapped her foot on the ground anxiously. Her hand brushed her long, pink hair.
A bird flew low to the ground, its massive wings spread wide as it began to glide low, and suddenly, just inches from the earth; swoop up gracefully to the air. Neither the blue nor the pink hedgehog turned to notice.
The blue hedgehog slowly raised a hand to his forehead. There was an expression of frustration, of misunderstanding. His voice was weak and shaky when he began to speak.
Suddenly, she interrupted, and it was over once the last word came out of her mouth. Nothing else was spoken. The female had turned her body away from the male, slowly walking away, unable to look back. A bee buzzed nearby, but the blue hedgehog did not pay it any notice.
Finally the blue hedgehog's eyes slowly turned away from the girl to gaze upon nature's display. His eyes feasted on the scene of the white daises, the mown grass, the tall dandelions, the giant mountains. His ears took in the sounds of the chattering of insects and the songs of the birds, their music unique and serene.
Yet the earth did not ease the melancholy in his heart. Slowly, the blue hedgehog began to let out the tears that he had suppressed for so long. They poured out like raindrops, hitting the ground with a gentle touch. His heart beat dolorously, and it never stopped beating that way on that ugly day.