Friday, 18 July 2008

Write Anything--Fiction Friday

From their site:

'Pick a character who loves the dark, and tell us why. Avoid the obvious choices: stealth, monsters, sex, and anything else you immediately thought of.'

It was the Park. The way the trees danced in the moonlight, the taint of sulfer in the air, the slightest of rumbles as Old Faithful paraded to her wild brothers and sisters; this and more is why young Susan loved the night.

She loved when the moisture began to rise from mother earth in the afternoon, singling the end of the day. She loved when the tourists retreated to their cabins or tents, or just left, leaving the land once again to the elk and the buffalo, to Raven and Coyote. And when the wind rose, teasing the ancient Pine and the playful Aspen, she knew that night was coming.

Before was the between time, when the world turned blue. Pale blue, like a tropical sea, then deepening until all was bathed in velvet. In the between time, the spirits mingled with the physical, the ancestors with the living.

Soon, the moon would rise, the milky way be revealed. An owl would hoot, perhaps an elk bellow for a mate. And then, deep in the night, the wolves would come, howling their welcome.

This is what Susan loved most of all.


Daily Panic said...

This was so vivid. I felt like I was there. Great post!

anthonynorth said...

Ah, the darkness of the night is more than visual.

keiths ramblings said...

A painting in words. Such a wonderfully desciptive piece.

b said...

A lovely image of the dark put into words. Well done, cranky baby and all. :)

Vanessa said...

Beautifully vivid :)