Straining to be seen through the clouds, the sun is a stranger.
I remember friendship with the sun, halcyon days of strength and warmth, of fire and passion. Against these memories, these years of brilliance and burning, this frail and indifferent orb is an unfamiliar shadow. Creeping across my sky, an awkward guest at the wrong party.
Immortal days of incandescence made way for long weeks of weariness. Gentle rays under which I once bronzed; now fail to warm my pale wrinkled skin, exhausted before they reach me.
Winter ache is now my companion. The cold feels like a betrayal.
Another 100 Word Friday Fictioneers (thanks Rochelle).
This one inspired by me ticking off one more orbit around the Sun – that’s right, today is my birthday!
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had an awesome birthday, and my outlook is incredibly positive – this picture however just seemed to inspire a somewhat less positive story…
So, the usual instructions:
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