Day 15: January Mindful Writing Challenge

Darkest of nights. The sky a deep navy blue of nothing. The threat of rain has long since passed. But its legacy drifts stealthily by. Then the clouds break like a disappointed crowd expectant on mindless violence. They disperse. Some remain, the die-hards, the loiterers. Distant stars blink in the gaps. A cloud moves and my room is flooded by a brilliant pale light. I look up. A silver disc hangs from a fathomless ceiling. The plastic of my window frames the pallid light and disc. Smaller clouds drift across the crater poked face. It looks like the prelude to an MR James tale. I watch. I’m in awe, always, to the majesty and beauty of Earth’s old satellite.

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About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on Niume.com.
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One Response to Day 15: January Mindful Writing Challenge

  1. SM Jenkin says:

    Wow, such an emotive piece! I love the comparison to “Then the clouds break like a disappointed crowd expectant on mindless violence” makes me think of football, somehow. What a startling and original juxtaposition

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