The sun was moving towards the horizon, setting the sky alight with fiery pinks, reds and oranges even yellows. Where the sun didn't reach the sky was still blue. Still the same pale blue that made everyone love the day. The sky may have been blue and people may have loved it, but there was no denying that the day had dragged. Lately, every day was long and slow and hot. Not the best combination ever, in fact, positively the worst. No one ever got anything done. They just lounged about on their lawns, basking in the golden sun. However, now the sun was setting, you could almost hear the chorus of heavy sighs echoing around the world, of people complaining that they should have done this or they should have done that. As the blue sky dulled and faded slowly to black the biggest and loudest thought to be heard is tomorrow; I'll get it done tomorrow.
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Short Story[In Edit] Summer train journey's. What better inspiration for a collection of shorts stories. The concept for this book was birthed on a train but has continued to flourish long after the train left the tracks. From April to September 2016 I had to...
