Electronic fiction by ladyhildegarde
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Gazebo
he white paint of the turned rails is peeling away and a network of spider webs blows in the summer wind like a gauze pinned to the arched ceiling.
I am undone by a hundred thousand bittersweet memories that rush on me like a blast of wind promising an oncoming thunderstorm. I turn my collar up against the assault.
I can see her clearly, seated on the sinking, moldering bench in dim light, her long hair spilling to her waist as she leans toward me, invitingly, and laughs.
The light changes, and the vision is gone. I am more than ever determined to find her.
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