Freitag, 30. Dezember 2011

Colors and stars

Standing in the field on the hill, he feels the cold biting his bare skin. The grass is wet and cold beneath his feet. Darkness hides him like a cloak, even more so with the lights the other people are watching. He throws his head back with delight as the first chemical stars fill the night sky above his head. Entering the new year with nothing on himself, he figures it can only get better.


1 Kommentar:

SueAnn hat gesagt…

I love how you described fireworks.
Nice short story
Hugs
SueAnn