#Nightgale Flash Fiction 1 of 4
― #flashfiction “That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim” ∙ - Keats (Ode To A Nightingale) Through Hemlock The forest clamoured with ghostly light, filtered through the broken boughs and slinking in the phantom fog, whereupon he supped the bittersweet taste of darkened memory. White flowers clustered close to his dream dazed head, poisoned stars in his forest bed. Barefoot in mirthful mind she danced, a figment of his stupor [...].
