Brigit's Flame Entry - August Week 1 - The streaks of cerise... - I just wanted to say...
For brigits_flame's August contest.
163 words, fiction
I just wanted to say...
The streaks of cerise in the evening sky made me feel empty. All I could think about, when I saw them, were streaks of red across countless pages, critique that would be ignored-because people don’t care for betterment anymore, just for a grade that will move them to the next level of mindless regurgitation.
I thought about a world of perpetual sunsets, with a sky permanently stained red and purple and gold from the particles in the sky. The same particles we call pollution are the particles that make the world vibrant right before nightfall. A world without the sulfates and nitrates to stain the sky amaranth and heliotrope and saffron would be a world with a sky shifting perpetually between pale gray and darker gray.
How boring.
But if there's a world of perpetual sunsets, then there's a world of perpetual sunrises too, right?
end.
163 words, fiction
I just wanted to say...
The streaks of cerise in the evening sky made me feel empty. All I could think about, when I saw them, were streaks of red across countless pages, critique that would be ignored-because people don’t care for betterment anymore, just for a grade that will move them to the next level of mindless regurgitation.
I thought about a world of perpetual sunsets, with a sky permanently stained red and purple and gold from the particles in the sky. The same particles we call pollution are the particles that make the world vibrant right before nightfall. A world without the sulfates and nitrates to stain the sky amaranth and heliotrope and saffron would be a world with a sky shifting perpetually between pale gray and darker gray.
How boring.
But if there's a world of perpetual sunsets, then there's a world of perpetual sunrises too, right?
end.