"Love Lies Hid" -- 155 Words
By Shelba B.
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"Love Lies Hid" -- 155 Word fic
By Shelba B. 

The honeysuckle is red on the rock;
The willow floats over the brook like a feather:        
In every shadow some love lies hid.
by Mary Eleanor Wilkins
 

Redwood Forest
Late Spring, 2002

Night flees as dawn wakes the forest. Life stirs, sleepy and
as eternal as the Redwoods. In the near distance, the
Rockies reach for heaven.
 
Two years before, demons who'd flogged him with memories of
Samantha had vanished here in starlight and hope. He'd escaped
his own demons and returned, nurturing his own hope.

Mulder lay, breathless from calling out his love in his dreams.
Was that why he'd awoken, his skin feeling prickly, as though 
thunderstorms raged? 

Barefooted, he padded to the doorway, absently scratching his
bare abdomen, then grasping a seed bucket, stepped outside, 
smiling at the avian cacophony as hungry birds chased thieving 
squirrels from their breakfast. 

Nearby, a stream chuckled morning greetings to the greening 
woods, and drifting honeysuckle sweetness evoked
thoughts of Scully.
																		
Muscles, taut as anchor rope, uncoiled.  Whatever woke him was gone.
 
From two thousand miles away, love raced toward him at the speed
of light. His phone's insistent beeping broke the still morning.  	
		 
"Mulder? It's me."							
						

Fin~~

Poetry excerpt from: 
Now Is the Cherry in Blossom By Mary Eleanor Wilkins 

Thank you to Cyndi (Pbear) for looking this over and to Char for 
pointing out some oops. I'm afraid I can never leave well enough 
alone, so any errors are not the fault of these ladies.
Accept my apologies if Redwoods don't smell like Pine, and if 
honeysuckles aren't found wild where they grow. 'Cause, you know, 
they should be.