A short story I have begun…
The orange sun was pushing away the night. Slowly brightening the darkness and erasing the stars – a phenomenon that happened day after day, a feat of nature taken for granted. How could one sleep when such beauty was being created?
The woman stood on the edge of the winding road staring out, witnessing the birth of a new day. Her hair was tousled from the wind. Memories from her night caught up in knots, not wanting to be combed out. A pair of black heels dangled from her finger tips, retired from her feet. Behind her, houses balancing on the cliff remained dark, inhabitants still dreaming.
She stood there as though it were the last sunrise she would ever see, or perhaps she was mourning the death of night. Every shade popping out of the horizon were reflected in her brown eyes and on the water of the sea, curling with the waves. She could hear the brightness light her scene. Hear the whoosh as the stars melted from the blaze and the moon cowered back into its bed – reprimanded for instigating mischief and lunacy. She bore witness to all of this. But something was coming to end the reverie. She felt darkness coming, masquerading in the light.
She sensed it before she heard it, and turned her back on the beauty in the sky to see a pair of blinding headlights racing toward her. A horn sliced through her tranquility. Killed the moment of bliss. Honking and honking and honking until the angry lights, never losing eye contact with her, forced themselves upon her. Crashed into her body, sending her dangling shoes over the cliff, somersaulting into the frothy waves.