The Girl In The White Dress

The girl in the white dress walked in circles through the tall grass. Her expression serene, vacant, like the flowers that swayed in the breeze, beckoning her towords the tree that stood in the single bare spot in the vast space that was a field. Her circles continued as though she couldn’t decide which way to walk. A change in the air made her stop abruptly, her face contorting to an expression of fear. The breeze moved into a wind, snapping her dress against her legs. She flinched every time it hit. The crytal clear sky turned gray, then black, foreshadowing her future. The girl fell to her knees, whispering to the sky, her hands clawed the black robe that draped perfectly from the ominous beauty that stood before her. The woman’s face turned into a horrible sight of ugly. The girl screams, as the woman disappears as fast as she appeared. The girl continued to cry as she began to vanish from the field. The wind lessened, the sky turned back to blue, but the flowers ceased to beckon, but simply waved in the breeze, for the tree had vanished.