50 Word Stories: These Golden Dawns

50 Word Stories: These Golden Dawns

Something about a winter sunrise stirred my soul, coated it in liquid gold, a protective cocoon that only angels enjoyed. Everyone got the summer dawns but not the winter. Timing was everything. Solitude essential. One had to just get up and relish them. And I have. And I will again. 

The End of Everything

…and the sky burned in wisps of fire, gnashing at the blue and chomping at the birds. A great mass of roiling, tangerine madness, Heaven seemed that bit further away trapped behind the fires of an aerial Hell. Everything was temporary chaos, everything was not usual. The few people awake fled in panic clanking milk bottles and revving up cars. For me, on the other hand, it made a pleasant change. My morning runs had become a bit monotonous. The end of everything just spiced them up a touch.

Richard’s Note: I actually stopped on my morning run to take this picture. Sometimes you just have to marvel at the beauty of life.

50 Word Stories: Dreaming Awake

A glimmer of promise in the pitch-black sky, morning broke the shackles of night. I watched from the hillside insomnia having driven me and my dog to predawn walking. As golden light filtered through myriad cobwebs, molten dewdrops glistening, I smiled. The sleepless hours had never felt so good.