Summary: I am playing my hand at 'flash' fiction (writing with
100 words). These segments are all fragments, snatches of words
and images.
Rating: G to R.
Opalescent Moon
"Why does the moon shine, Master"
"It shines because of the sun's light," the Jedi Master smiled
at his young apprentice, at the eyes that reminded him of green
jade.
"I see."
The fire flickered in the burner and the wind whispered like
gentle caresses. They stood watching the stars, admiring the
moon. It hung in the sky like a white sphere, gleaming,
opalescent. Somewhere, they could hear the mournful piping of
some night bird, drifting across the valley.
"Obi-Wan."
"Yes, Master." The eyes twinkled with response. A half-smile,
a crescent moon.
"Come here so that I can kiss you."
Opalescent Dream
"Master, please..."
He could still remember the voice. Soft, vulnerable.
"Master, please..."
The fingers playing across his body like an expert
zither-artist. The tongue moistening his tight nipples, adding
to the agony and pleasure.
"Master, please..."
The fire running across his body, live flames crackling down
his limbs. Consuming him whole. Then, he fell gloriously and
there were hands supporting him as he tumbled head first from
the wave.
"Master..."
And the voice whispered into his ear, a soft golden song.
Hands danced across his torso, his eyes.
Master Jinn woke suddenly, recalling Obi-Wan's funeral as if
it was yesterday.
Opalescent Flight
They flew across the bronze-tinged water, their artificial
wings strapped on their backs. Wind pulled back their hair,
causing goose pimples to rise up on bare skin. Obi-Wan laughed
and extended a hand to his teacher, Qui-Gon. Their fingers made
contact...held for a few blessed seconds before Obi-Wan let go,
laughing once more. The cold air invigorated his lungs,
refreshed his soul. He enjoyed flying, even though with the
False Wings. The ambassador had given them as a gift, extolling
the virtue of flight.
"Don't fly too close to the sun," Qui-Gon had cautioned him
sternly.
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