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.ReplyDelete
Thank you. I love the challenge of a tight wordcount.Delete
Lovely short piece, Julia, and so atmospheric!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Rosemary. I'm glad you liked it.Delete
Ooh, you've made me wonder what happened as the bonfire turned to ash.ReplyDelete
Feel free to make up your own ending, Patsy. ;-)Delete
I really like the way you write Julia, you are very talented!ReplyDelete
Writing 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.Delete