In the Morning Light

Categories Words, Writing

Looking at Paris in this light, Jean-Luc mourned the passing of time. He sat easily on the park bench with one arm draped over the back and pulled a slow, hard drag from his cigarette. The slightest whisper of morning rose behind the trees and bathed the park in elegant rose-gold dew.

As the hour was still quite early – or was it very late? – he found himself quite alone. He hated solitude; it offered far too much opportunity for introspection. But this brand of solitude here in the pre-dawn stillness was something to which he could easily become accustomed.

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This post submitted to the June 15 Flash Fiction Challenge at Carrot Ranch Communications.

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that symbolically, mythically, mystically, or realistically involves dawn, as a noun or verb. Write about the dawn of time or the time of dawn, or the dawning of an idea. As always, go where the prompt leads.

 

Lisa A. Listwa is a self-employed writer with experience in education, publishing, and the martial arts. Believing there was more to life than punching someone else’s time clock and inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau, she traded her life as a high school educator for a life as a writer and hasn’t looked back. She is mother to one glorious handful of a daughter, wife to the nicest guy on the planet, and reluctant but devoted owner of three Rotten Cats. You can find her adventures and thoughts on living life deliberately here on the blog.

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