50 Word Stories: Feverish


What I loved about the moon was its gentle nature. Unlike the sun, which burned its violent image into my soul, the moon washed over my conscious self like a wet flannel on a fevered forehead. Yes, the moon was good for the ill. The sun just made me worse.

Advertisements

14 thoughts on “50 Word Stories: Feverish

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s