Tag: mood piece
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THE DYING LIGHT
My life gathered round. Eve, the passionate glowing flames, lightening the dark. Martha and Olivia, flickering young embers floating playfully. Mother and father, wisps of smoke dissipating. The campfire warmth fades. A life that burned brightly ends. The cold shadow of night envelops. Farewell, sweet Earth. I drift away. Written for the Scottish Book Trust’s monthly 50-word Fiction…