I did it again, I wrote another tiny story prompt;
Eyes shimmered as lights placed underneath waterfountains in a city-owned park.
There's no wind to flow through my hair, but the cold thouch of late oktober still sets me off to freeze.
I can't hear myself think, but I hear the water scream.
I turn towards it, and the water slows down.
But the embers of a light once burning through the surface, still scar my heart.
The violent image of water being manipulated, gracefully turns in to a lady in white.
Surrounding her, are the leaves of life, following her as a shadow.
My heart aches again, it tells me that I should be with the lady in white.
But I know better now.