Short Stories

Night

     With a skilled hand, it makes short brush strokes. Rough but delicate brush strokes that depict the scenery out from the window.

     Along with the gentle howl of the wind, you can hear the soft chirping of the crickets from down below.

     You can smell the summer night breeze. If you take a deep breath, it almost smells sweet. So sweet, you can almost taste it. The scent lingers, but only for a moment before it becomes dull.

     Hues of blue are painted across a canvas. You're reminded of the sea. You imagine its waves crashing and dancing in a repeating pattern. Over, and over again.

     Circular motions repeat after one another, as if they're tumbling over each other.

     Every so often you see tints of yellow, illuminating the night sky. Like fireflies who come out at night to dance under the moonlight.

     And in the far corner to your right, you can make out a bright crescent moon. Smiling brightly down upon the city and those below it.