By M Black
The sky hung heavy, drooping as if the weight of carrying the stars each night had become unbearable. As a consequence, turbid fog now snaked through the streets so thick that even the piercing mews of roaming alley cats were dampened. Only amber emittents from regular street lamps provided any sort of light. The moon hadn’t so much as tried to make an appearance.
But it didn’t matter that it was missing. The gnarly tree roots in the city square were her cradle, the muttering of the leaves her lullaby. Counting shadows instead of sheep, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Lovely use of adjectives. It might be the start of a mystery novel or an adventure. It grabbed my attention very quickly and finished with a sigh.
Thank you!
Nicely done. Looking forward to seeing more of your work.
Thank you, I had fun writing it!
Nice, vivid imagery… I enjoyed the read… it sounds like it could be expanded … kudos …
Thanks, I tried to leave it as open-ended as I could – you’re right, perhaps I could expand it…
An especially wonderful opening line! Its tone is then echoed in the last. Nice work!
Thank you very much!
That’s a marvelous opening line!