The lily nymph
A short, ethereal flash fiction
Her blind eyes wandered in search of the stars. Glittering with their light, yet oblivious to their splendor. She hugged her shoulders, shivering against the cool sensation of the breeze that brushed across the water with silken fingers, and combed through the willows that encroached on the river bank. Her hair fanned out from her head casting twisting shadows on the surface of the water. She stood waist deep in the river, the perfect picture of a lily nymph, wavering before my eyes. The beauty of her pale skin shimmering with white moonlight. And oh, those eyes, those eyes, glimmering with unshed tears. A red flush that graced the delicate features, the only color that clad her form.