This week you are invited to compose a tale in which sunrise is a feature. You can apply your own experiences, meanings and or directions for your tale. Just go with your idea, see where it takes you.
Thanks Michael for this week’s challenge and photograph.
She was a creature of nights filled with wild parties and drugs.
Nothing could tame her, and more often than not she would wake up in a strange room with a different partner, sometimes two or three, and no recollection of how she got there.
Her family had disowned her in her teens but new friends welcomed her into their fold.
She’d lost count of the years she’d been there, how long she had lived this life, and now how much she hated it.
She had no control, no say in her surroundings or what was expected of her. She was just a pawn in a bigger game, and having learned the truth of her adoptive family, she knew a way out.
It promised to be such a glorious day.
She took great care with her appearance, not that anyone would notice, getting up early to shower and dress, apply her makeup, style her long blond hair.
She walked to the local park, a place where in the evenings she had met her bed partners, petted dogs, chatted to children and the elderly.
It was quiet and peaceful now, perfect for saying goodbye.
As the sun rose, her skin started to blister, its rays burning through her flesh to her very bones. She embraced the pain.
In minutes all that was left were ashes which were dispersed by the kiss of a gentle breeze.