Trifecta: Enigma

He was almost in love with her. She was beautiful — God, so beautiful.  She moved like a cat, even during the daytime — strong, lithe, so powerful that he couldn’t help but watch her across the council hall.  He stared, even when the debate had stopped and the council chief was tapping his foot and waiting for him to respond.  Then she’d look, and her eyes would laugh and promise him he was forgiven.

She was beautiful in the daytime, but it was at dusk that he could hardly believe her.  As the light faded, her black skin would melt into the night and her gray eyes glowed.  It was like a communion with a god he barely knew.  He couldn’t turn away.

And yet.  She laughed, she smiled, she touched his hand.  She was the best company he could imagine, but there was still something in her he couldn’t reach.  At first he’d splashed in the shallows, then floundered deeper.  Still she laughed and smiled.  You could fall as far as you liked, he thought, spinning so deep you didn’t know which way to turn, and yet never reach the core of her, still slide right past the place where her secrets lived.

He wondered if they understood each other.  Was it different, if you were one of them?  Was there was some quiet sanctuary deep in the heart of Maj Malai, far from human eyes, where they let the secrets fall, where she was nothing but herself?  Or was she an enigma, even there?

 

Welcome to this week’s Trifecta challenge!  This week’s prompt (to be written between 33 and 333 words) was enig·ma noun \i-ˈnig-mə, e-\:

1: an obscure speech or writing
2: something hard to understand or explain
3: an inscrutable or mysterious person

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  1. Amanda says:

    The laughing eyes and more laughter & smiles; the sliding right past the place where secrets live – perfect.

  2. What a romantic post! You captured the way every woman wishes she was seen … and wondered about.

  3. “where she was nothing but herself? Or was she an enigma, even there?”

    that grabbed me. it’s as if she can never really be known, that even to herself she must be a mystery. i doubt it is possible to fully map someone, especially since we all are constantly changing. but, that is the draw, isn’t it? ceaseless discovery, ceaselessly finding more and more to be enthralled by.

    truly an appeal to the romantic.

    -Ren

  4. Jester Queen says:

    Hot dog! This is awesome. I loved “almost in love with her”. That attitude pervades the whole piece so that it’s clear that while her enigma is attracting, it’s also an obstacle to any kind of long-term relationship.

  5. jannatwrites says:

    I liked the opening that he was almost in love with her. That entire next-to-the-last paragraph was so descriptive. Nice!

  6. kgwaite says:

    Beautiful – I love the description of her; his attempts to understand her; his realization that he never quite will.

  7. Tara R. says:

    You’ve captured the essence of ‘enigma’ beautifully in this piece.

  8. I’d love to be seen this way:) Well done!

  9. Love the line about communion with a god he barely knew. And I loved how the entire piece was like an enigma – did he love her, did he know himself, is she a mystery to herself? Interesting.
    Thanks for linking up. Be sure to come back and see us for the next prompt.

  10. Diane Turner says:

    You set this up so well with that dynamite opening line and then pursued the idea to the end. That he struggled in vain to understand her, only to realize she possibly didn’t understand herself, was perfection.

  11. Annabelle says:

    Thanks, everyone! It’s been fun to read everyone’s take on the prompt.

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