Monday 6 May 2013

250 Words: Story stolen from a film (Guess the film?)

She was a love sub-plot waiting to happen. The most beautiful girl in the village
masquerading as the prettiest boy, meaning she wasn’t hidden like the others.

Caught picking flowers, a reprimand and a tussle revealed her true form and they got
to know one another. Meeting in the meadow or under shelters in the rain, a love
between them blossomed as the danger circled in.

Suspicion then knowledge grew amongst the others like a smile, letting them exist
despite the differences in class between them.

Eventually the outsiders came and the skirmishes began. Many were felled and
surrounded to be finished with spears. A day and a night passed, making her more
anxious for her love as every cry of pain seemed to come from him.

On that last evening they all heard of the final battle that was to come. The situation
became too much for her and in search of him she fled.

She was concerned because he could not guarantee they would see another sunset.
So they made love, desperate but sweet, in the barn.

Afterwards her father’s face when he saw them exiting the scene. She broke down
in the knowledge it had to come to an end.

Following the battle and the victory she ignored him, took her place in the paddy
field. It had been a wonderful affair but it was impossible for anything between them
to exist. She carried on as if it never happened and hoped he could do the same.

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