time seemed to stand still. the wood creaked in the wind, but maybe someone was there. the sunlight faded, sparking hues of yellow, orange and pink across the clear blue water. the purple of the darkening sky felt pregnant with the change from known to unknown. the bird shrieks fell into the distance as the air became heavy with the promise of a new opportunity. as her eyes danced around the darkening world she felt the flame of upcoming events, of new chances burn in her chest. she could feel it in the way the wind gently lifted her hair, the manner in which it tugged at her clothes. it was the hint of beginnings, the vow of new starts. all that she needed was for the sun to set, and the moon to rise.
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ephemeral - short works
Randomephemeral ↪ lasting a very short time short collection of brief stories and works written at writing camp
