As I stood there, filling my heart with beauty, the odd, unbelievable dreams of the night persisted in my memory, refusing to fade away. I wonder if I had killed a man. I recall killing something. In my dream, within the shadows of the evening, I thought, it seemed to me, I killed a vampire and watched the body dissolve away to ash. Could not this dream, this memory, be slain, could it not fly away like dust in the wind and be joined up with the curling mists of the ever distant horizon? But the memories remained in me.
Drabble Series: Veiled Vista
Tale Told 