Word Count: 146
Mornings were always Neil’s favorite times, when the sun’s golden-red rays danced across sand and along the wine-dark waves.
He wandered by the side of the sea, the gentle sound of the waves forming a pleasant melody.
That was when he saw her, standing by the water’s edge.
She was beautiful: eyes like glistening stars, skin like glowing moon, hair like spun gold.
Her gaze fell upon Neil and she smiled at him. In a moment, he fell in love.
Then a wind swept in from the east, throwing up clouds of golden sand. Neil raised an arm to shield his eyes. When he lowered it again, she was gone, like a dream when the morning comes.
Again and again, he walked the shore of the beach, morning and evening, searching for a sign of the morning maiden, but he never so much as glimpsed her.
This is my entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running it and to Louise of The Storyteller’s Abode for providing the prompt image!