The Last Sunrise

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Roger Bultot for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Amber sneaked out of the house.  Outside sat partially darkness. The shadows were rising in silky silhouettes.

She had walked on the gravel, mud path many a times. But today, she walked without any friends.

The scene looked perfect. The swollen grey clouds hung above, ready to cry, but something was stopping them from bursting out.

With a camera in her hand, she tried to capture the scene — the last sunrise….

Tring! Tring! Her singing cell phone shattered the silence of the place.

“Amber! Where are you? Come… before the movers… are here….”

“Yah…mom…comin. Just, saying goodbye to a friend.”

 

20 thoughts on “The Last Sunrise

  1. You’ve produced some nice descriptive writing here. I particularly liked “The swollen grey clouds hung above, ready to cry”. It’s unusual, and describes the girl’s emotion as well as the cloudscape.

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