Stars and Roses - A Drabble

Rose petals fall on water softly, red on blackness, drifting slowly away, yet never completely out of sight. Starts shift in the night sky, like sand through a sieve, like him in your arms – you can never touch them. They are too warm, too far away, too fragile for you.

He didn't know why he came back here so often. All was well, after all. His silence spoke for it, his children spoke for it -the tangible. Ginny, her cold body spoke for it, as cold as the white stars looked. But, something about that silvery white colour made him think of sadness, of warmth, of those stars so far away. Red fell on black, the red so near and touchable, the reflected white evasive.


Disclaimer - These characters are taken from the Harry Potter universe of which I did not create. This belongs to JK Rowling and all affiliated parties.