Alchemy

This is the link to the prompt, and the inspirational pics can be seen belpw. And this is my effort. Bit short as I have been sick all week but it is something, right?

He always promised that one day we’d leave, that things would be different and we would escape to a place where we could be together always. I smiled everytime he told me this, deep down he was a good man. A dreamer perhaps, but that was part of his charm, you know.

I remember when we were young, how we would lie outside the house in the long grass and look up at the sky. He would point and tell me all about the things he had read in his books. His enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn’t help but believe him, because he obviously believed it himself.

“Out there, way out there,” he would say, “out there is where things will be different. Ive seen things.”

I would ask him what he had seen, but he would just smile and tell me I wouldn’t believe him, but I just needed to trust him.

And I should have.

But time does things to people, and promises and dreams fade eventually, and all that is left is reality.

But he never stopped believeing, even when we drifted apart. I would see him time to time and he would tell me that things would be different soon, and looking into his dark green eyes I almost believed him again.

But then the earth would shake, and the snow would fall, and once more things were just as they had always been…