Magic

Lightning lit the plain like paparazzi eager for a glimpse of the latest hot starlet. The view was breathtaking, beautiful, a centrefold for nature magazines. Soon after thunder rumbled throatily of promises - of rain, of romance, of mystery, of small somethings blossoming here and there. The stars were in attendance, twinkling charmingly; glinting with harmless mischief. The scene was drenched in magic and possibility.

A child woman perched herself on the jagged rocks overlooking the plain. Her raised arms, bathed in moonlight, spoke to the skies. They spoke of hope and love, and desires she dared not utter aloud. They told tales of yearnings and secrets. Her fingers stretched out to the stars - strong and assured that dreams do come true. Tonight anything seemed possible.

The embers from her little fire glowed like a frozen tequila sunrise. They scoffed cynically at her belief... But they agreed silently to let her have tonight.