The sun peeked over the horizon, languidly stretching to bleed brilliant gold and orange hues across the dark lavender sky, revealing a shimmering lake of lapis, glistening as the occasional spear of light pierced through the wisps of clouds and danced over the surface. Bit by bit, the sun rose, covering the pearl morning haze with a pale, pure white light, transforming the honey drenched sky to a gentle blue, its rays bringing warmth to a new day.
Neil could almost picture the fresco as he lay on his bunk. For the last eleven years all that he had seen was a ball of fire whose blaze he dared not look into. Perhaps if his parole was granted…
In response to the 142nd challenge of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, based on a photo by Footy and Foodie.
I hope that he merits parole and has mended his ways.
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I hope so too. Thank you for reading.
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Great descriptive story! Hopefully, he will get to experience the sunrise and sunsets from beyond prison walls.
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Thank you for the lovely prompt. How terrible it must be to be bereft of sunrises and sunsets.
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Yes, it would be terrible!
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Such a good description, and then snatched away from him. One day he may see it again, it sounds like he has reformed.
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At least he’s yearning for the good things in life. Thank you for reading.
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Hope he gets to see the sunrise soon. As long as he is thinking good things in life; life will be good to him.
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Hopefully, he will one day feel it, not just see it. Excellent
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The sun does bring hope with it. Nice take.
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Thank you.
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What a good idea to write a description of a particularly vivid dawn – in the memory of a prisoner. I wonder what he’d done (if anything) and where he was imprisoned.
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Glad you liked it. Thank you for reading.
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