B E R L I O Z
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A petal fell, a pale shade of stolen yellow from the sun. It fell, from a daisy-like flower; wild with the wind that swept along the coast. The grass was coarse beneath his eyes, the green splendor of trees unheard of as yet, at the brim where rock met sand and rock again until the waves worn them away.
The colours were drawn to paint, wet and splashed across the heavens. Dawn- where he had gone.
He blinked once. And the petal disappeared.
Turning to the door, he opened it to look on the other side, barely five meters from that curtained scene. The lights came back on, and they turned to leave, one by one. Some came back. Some did not. Most was ignorant; others dwelled on the matter like a wisp of nightmare, not to be feared, yet not to be sought after like the remnants of a dream either.
Across the foam edged beach and the sea, lay a sky which was blue.
He looked to that sky.
And the sky would keep its promise.
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Author's Note: I actually thought of this drabble in the middle of the night, when I didn't have the energy to write it down. The ending was much better that time…-- Lesson learnt. Butler PoV.