The sky is lit up from within
even though it's 8 P.M.
Glowing like my nightlamp
during my bedtime reads.
Not dark enough
that I can see the silhouettes
of the birds heading home
or they might really be bats
rushing to their midnight revel.
It has been smelling of rain for hours
thought I feel the soft caress of the drops only now.
I wish I could call the low rumble of thunder
a lullaby
But lightening after dark always cause
a slight temor in my chest
Ever since that close call
one summer night.
The weeping clouds
sometimes a warning
sometimes a small smile
on a face looking
up,
up,
up
peering down into the atmosphere.
Month: July 2020
A Trail Of Crumbs ~ Written on May 31/20
// I wrote this for the YWP NaNoWriMo Flash Fiction contest. It had to have the words: rainbow, spider and cake //
Her body was a statue in the sparse moonlight that made its way through the canopy. The only movement was the scuttling of spiders and the fervent movement of her eyes as she scanned the shadows. Shadows that could be masking anyone. Anyone out to hunt her in her woods.
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