Dying of the Light

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Orange light splits the evening sky, dancing through the shadows of dark clouds.The sun is falling, drawn gradually down beneath the horizon. He stands upon a high hill, watching it all: the waters sparkling with soft orange, the black silhouettes of the trees, the sky glowing like a world on fire.

You have until sunset.

That is what they told him. This is his last hour. The moment the sun passes beneath the horizon, heading into the unknown dark, he will go with it.

He is not afraid.

There’s no point in fear. Being afraid won’t stop it. It won’t even slow it.

Nobody can stop the sun from setting.

All he can do is watch the burning sky and marvel at its beauty.

And as the dim light fades, he lies back, a smile lingering on his lips as the first of the stars flashes in the cold night.


Word Count: 150

This is for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Footy and Foodie for providing the prompt photo!

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