Free from Her

Vandiel crouched next to a fire. Outstretching his hands to warm them. This Winter was finding it exceptionally cold. Colder without her.

He’d had a cooked squirrel for dinner and laid back on his tattered gray cloak. Tipping so his bare feet could warm next to the flame.

He heard the rustling in the trees.

“I know you’re there, Fey. You won’t get me tonight. Same as every other night.” He warned them.

Ever since he’d separated from his demon, they’d become increasingly more persistent.

Sensing I’m only human now.

But despite their determination, he’d been savoring what he’d become. Eating, breathing, bathing, shitting.

I can feel everything now. He set one hand on his belly and propped the other along the back of his head. Staring up at a velvet night sky. Flecked with silvery stars. The beginnings of a late Winter snowfall were floating down. Making it seem like the stars themselves were falling in a tunnel to land on his face.