Picturesque memories of sunshine

Fire always drew him, conjuring picturesque memories of sunshine. He recalled the profound impact of seeing his first glorious rainbow as a lad… O, how delightfully that sun had refracted through those suspended droplets!

Smiling, Vadim shook himself out of his reverie and, appreciatively, licked the last salty hint of blood from his lips.

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46 thoughts on “Picturesque memories of sunshine”

  1. A stunning twist in that last line David.

    Happy Sunday


  2. I would spend endless days in sweet reverie if my quivering feather could adhere to such amazing discipline of steady rhythmic syllables of word & mind-blowing picturesque original thought; classic in every essence of the word then adorn a blank page with the most breathtaking embellished word phrasing to my blank page, which so often just lay there staring back at me longing for these lush vistas you paint.
    You hold such remarkable strokes in your hands. I went back to read these memories of sunshine; not once, neither twice, but thrice and of course I shall read it again, captivated by that sweet twist, moving away from vampire days, staring into the fire he tasted and drew blood by the mere thought of her sweet kiss, he bit his bottom lip

    Send in the band, strike up, orchestrate the instruments

    1. โค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ Abi ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿงกโค๏ธ

      1. ๐Ÿ˜‚, lol, every colour of the rainbow, thank you๐ŸคŽ
        I should have fanned away the repition of blank page
        Lol its so stuck on me
        Wishing you a Vampirish Sunday.

  3. More, please, good sir! ๐Ÿ˜€ This is just too cool, David! My mind immediately kicked into What Happens Next? mode. What a compelling picture you’ve painted with just a few brush strokes! ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Excellent flash fictionโ€ฆโ€ฆ.especially the surprising twist at the end, with the blood on his lipsโ€ฆโ€ฆ.

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