KAMURO*
She clutched his hand beneath the canopy of colour and
light, as the explosions illuminated families and friends, and other couples
just like them, their gasps visible in the autumn chill. They felt the energy poised
to be released, hanging in the air and eager to be tasted and absorbed. Then at
last it exploded in unexpected and delightful ways. The next morning, the damp
grass was littered with debris where expectation had come down to earth. She
picked her way through the empty tubes and fallen rockets, avoiding soot and
scorch marks, reminders of last night’s anticipation now spent.
*A type of firework. An effect that hangs and trails in the
air not unlike a willow, often strobing or twinkling. Commonly used in finale
sequences to fill the sky with long-lasting effects that often persist to near
ground level.
Really good story, how do you manage to get so much detail and feeling into 100 words.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I love the challenge of a tight wordcount.
DeleteLovely short piece, Julia, and so atmospheric!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary. I'm glad you liked it.
DeleteOoh, you've made me wonder what happened as the bonfire turned to ash.
ReplyDeleteFeel free to make up your own ending, Patsy. ;-)
DeleteI really like the way you write Julia, you are very talented!
ReplyDeleteWriting is my passion, I just love to write short stories, poems, and haiku poems but, when I do, it's usually late at night into the early morning hours by candlelight when all around is nice and quiet.
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Thank you, Lon. I shall hop over to your blog.
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