DEADLINES
Sipping tea,
Angela stared out at the dark blue sky. The lights of the city flickered in the
distance. Not stars. There were never any stars. Oh, how she longed for the
country and the true night sky with the Milky Way trailing a path through the
cosmos. Inspiring romance and adventure.
Or did she desire
the cloudy night that created a blackness so thick it penetrated the soul? Encouraging
evil. Inviting terror. Warping the mind and inciting hellish nightmares.
She smiled, shook
off the melancholy, and finished her tea. Dawn was an hour away, and her
deadline was noon.
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100 words
Yolanda Renee © 2023
Because I needed the practice.
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