The next morning, after we’d eaten, Alice and I took a walk. We left Old Phoenix, and walked beyond the boardwalk, and the houses in the hills. We walked along the edge of the lake.
“Where are we going?” She squeezed my hand.
“Where the Eagles said I should take you.” I loved the way her hand felt in mine. I loved the way the sunlight brought out the color of her eyes, and the highlights in her hair.
As we walked beside the lake, an old woman came out of the brush, and watched us. “Who are you?” I asked.
She just smiled at me. “You are the one.” She bowed her head, then spoke to Alice, “He is the one.” She looked to the sky, “He is the one.”
All we heard was the piercing cries of eagles, though none were visible in the sky.
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This is part 25 in the continuing story I’m working on for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge.
My Soul's Tears 
Chilling. Reminded me of the bitter ending of “Suddenly Last Summer.”