Friday, December 29, 2017
Three Line Tales, Week 100
A New Year is Dawning
Friday swam past the clock too slowly, drawing the work-week to a close. The girl in the cafe window pulled the blinds before stepping into the familiar concrete jungle. Already an early winter dark was dawning, a premature twilight glow drawing the sky together like silky, see-through curtains.
She skirted against the crowd toward the edge of town where the city was tweaking the sidewalk for another New Years celebration. A ferris wheel danced center-stage, its bright lights searing the early-dark like an omen. Jane closed her eyes against bitter memories as she walked into its twinkling-metal glow.