Illusion

She glided, she burst and he lost his perspective. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, there she was, still. The air was rife with dust and vehicular combustion; he panicked, watching smoke and sunlight muddy her image at the distance. His eyes then fought for clearness, but they were slow to catch on; and when they did find the pursued, it wasn’t quite the one, the same. Through wiped lenses was revealed a mockery of a dream. The face was all that was not, the look begging to love her adversary, her incompleteness. Then he turned away, away from the avenue down which he had been a hundred times before. The scene spiraled further away from his back, leaving only a faint recollection of its form.

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