AustLit

I remember there was a backdrop of colossal nimbus clouds shifting They were painting shifting colours of the dissappearing sun. Lightning bolts  discharged themselves through their mass and in the narrow gap  separating them from the ocean, threads of light crossed in a stitching pattern. A feint rumble hummed across a mirror-cairn sea as her fingers caressed the palm of my hand. With every flash she would gently move them, barely touching my skin. Heavy raindrops fell in slow motion. I felt  her breath on my face as she turned towards me. A series of blight flashes lit the sky like a strobe light. Her irises were round and large and black. Strands of her hair tickled my face. We stared into each other. Closer again. Between every flash there was only our breath,the drumming of scattered drops and an increasingly loud rumble. We became so close we were breathing each other. Another bright flash. Close enough to make us both twitch. Our lips touched, just. As the giant cloud fed on hot moisture, it freed a windshear of cold air which swept across the ocean and up the mountainside to reach us. We nudged closer. Our lips touched again and stayed touching. The drumming intensified. And in the flash that followed our eyes were one. Her fingers stopped moving in my palm. ' (Introduction)